spent the night whingeing,
and falling onto broken glass.
came home again,
sometime later,

ate some semi-frozen peas,
bored myself to sleep,

and had at least one very pleasant dream involving morrissey and a washcloth...

yes, a simple soapy washcloth...

he spoke to me,
and said:

''mmm yes,a bit lower please,
youve missed a spot,
youre not much of a backscrubber...''

oh you know i could waffle on and on about all the erotic possibilities of bathroom fittings but im sure youve heard it all before...

you do have a way with words, pillow.