I went to bed at 9pm, I thought it was important to tell you all this just for your peace of mind, but more importantly to establish in advance an alibi for mischievious things that people might try to say in my name. Believe me, 9pm was bedtime and a jolly good Trollope.
"Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning"
nite nite
Hello everybody, he's gone to bed, a smelly and noisy affair, and I am empowered to manage his affairs for the next few hours. Wheezing terribly he said to me: "Melanie please don't be rude to anybody, unless you can prove it"