I have reached the halfway point of my soap,

and my wife has said I must go to the other room,

because she is going to bed.

So, now I will put some good butter on some good crusty bread.

Pour myself one more gin and tonic,

and watch the rest of my soap in the living room.

It is truly a glorious time to be alive.

Last thing I watched was the Witcher series. I don't get to watch much TV.
Need to get some tube time in though.

Avenue 5 is fucking brilliant.

It's that time of the week again.

The new episode of my soap is available.

Gin and tonic at the ready.

What will the New Pope do, while the Old (Young) Pope, possibly a saint, lies in a coma?

Will the Old (Young) Pope wake up? Is he a Saint?

I must find out.