Handbags   (The sad, the bad and the ugly. Non-productive stuff here.)

You know when you're little and can't sleep on Christmas Eve?

Lied awake wondering to yourself: "Has he been yet?"

Similar things have happened to me tonight.

Well, that and the owd waterorks plus a bit of impromtu neighbourhood watch. So I had a little look.

Despite my warning, and various clues above ^^^^, tonight he came.


TONKERED!

Coming soon:

The lad who delivered newspapers to every street in Wigan.