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I live my life by elaborate terms – another conceit I suppose – and find enjoyment in having nemeses and being confounded. I saunter rather than walk and I ponder rather than think because, frankly, there’s more to life that way. Indeed, it’s hard to find yourself embroiled in a battle with The Dark Gods of Laundry or the enigmatic Man Who Lives in the Shower if you don’t live your life like a character from a Penny Dreadful.

And so I duel with cosmic forces daily, thwart villains at every turn and collect myself in quiet repose to contemplate the lessons of the day, not at night, oh no, but ‘of an evening’. Usually they’re saturnine treatises on the ability of Man Who Lives in the Shower to get to work before I do – whatever the circumstance– and spend forty minutes in the shower, thus condemning me to a sweaty morning of discomfort. Now and again it’s an elegy on where my keys are, or the lack of biscuits in the house, it varies. When you’re involved in as many intrigues as I am, life changes every day.

Must dash, the Vile Minions of Cycling Home won’t vanquish themselves you know. Avaunt!