The sheep is silent in his woollen nest,
The wind is sighing in its flight,
Sleep, ABers, and peaceful be thy rest.
Good-night, my friends, good-night, good-night.
Has our poet lariat left us? I must be leaving soon so when are we going to draw the ruffle as still fancy those socks even if they are an unmatching pair
Pardon me, milady, but the excitement has got to me waiting for the colours. I entrust Mamya with my prizes, should I be so lucky. I am off before the last omnibus leaves. I wish you all a peaceful night and a lovely Sunday. Keep safe all of you, sweet dreams and ttfn ♥
Congratulations to the orange winner this evening. I hope the colours are not all low ones like they were last week, I knocked my head on one of them as I left and nearly fell in the moat!