I appear to have lost my icon. Mmm.
In any case today is the body’s birthday, but no one who has claim to it seems to feel like celebrating at the moment. I can’t imagine why not.
As I was leaving the house today I noticed that Mordax’s father owns a black cane. A rather banged up black cane in need of a good polish, but he owns one none the less. And he refused to let me borrow it, the sod. What does he need it for anyway? He’s long past his due date for catching women with in.
Not that I’d fair much better in these circumstances.