picture the scene if you will . . . .
what passes for autumn sunlight streams in through neilinleeds window, tits and finches crowd the apple tree below neilinleeds window, and give full voice to their morning chorus, the central heating that neilinleeds played no small part in installing last week is merrily pumping away, and so neilinleeds awakens, slowly opens his eyes, stretches, yawns, has a bit of a scratch, and briefly thinks about going back to sleep . . . . that last dream was rather good. maybe he can drift back into it and pick up where he left off . . . .
it's only 3 more sleeps to the munch! remembers neilinleeds, and suddenly all thoughts of sleep are replaced by a mounting excitement, so neilinleeds rouses himself from his slumbers, and toddles off to make a nice cup of tea . . . .
neilinleeds comes back to his bed, still warm and inviting, and slides back under the quilt while he logs in and reads a couple of threads while he has his morning fag with his cuppa . . . . and coughs a bit for a while.

it's still early. there's not much been added to SH since the early hours of the previous night, so fully refreshed, neilinleeds takes himself off for his morning shower. splish splash, splish splash merrily in the shower, shampoo, soapy stuff, washing bits and bobs, having a little dance in the shower to some new U2 song, quite good it is too . . . . all is well with the world!

out of the shower, briskly towels off, singing some new song by somebody or other, he didn't catch who it's by, brushes teeth, finds razor, discards razor and finds one his sister hasn't left blunted and coated with god knows what, finds the menthol king of shaves stuff, lathers up, turns towards the mirror . . . . . .
oooo that's a bit tender thinks neilinleeds. stings a bit today. what's going on 'ere then?

best have a look thinks neil.
:shock:
WTF is that!
:eeek:
. . . . . . .
neil . . . it's a . . .
STFU!
no but neil . . .
you feckin' feckin' bleedin' bastard WTF is that . . . .
i'm trying to tell you neil it's . . . . .
aaarrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! :mad:
you absolute feckin' bastardin' bollockin' bastard bastard bastard! :mad: :mad: :mad:
that's a cold sore neil!
yes neil i know it's a bleedin' coldsore! :mad:
but neil it's 3 days to the munch!
yes neil i know it's 3 days to the munch why do you think i was bloody dancing in the shower? :mad:
but that means you can't . . .
neil if you don't feckin' shurrup up right now, i'm gonna lose me temper!
but neil . . . . .
ggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!
neilinleeds is very angry for a bit. :mad:
then he gets a bit sad.

then he has a little *sniff*
and breaks down into uncontrollable weeping and sobbing about the snogs he's not allowed anymore . . . . . :cry: :cry: :cry:
see, i told you it was a sad story didn't i?
*sobs*
n x x x x x x ;)