No idle hands

Until I invent the ever-replenishing household pot, there is no time for idle hands, despite having picked up an old man's cough. (Not literally from an old man that is, just sounding like one). My chest has been rattling and whistling like a dried seed pod in a north wind, but it's quietening down now. Life at the moment is mercifully uneventful. Apart from the pleasure of seeing this -

- sell out of stock on Amazon UK on the first day of sale. More coming soon - thank you world!