I could do with chocolate. I’m a little old for a pet that’s high maintenance.

Dragons were sold out at the supermarket last night. Chocolate it is.

Keel did their "mini motsu" range with hearts a few years back (suspect they do it every year). They have dragons!

There is, for some unfathomed reason, something almost unbearably sexy about having huge fire-breathing magical dragons flying low about the sky on moonlit nights which were already dangerously on the sweet and fragrant side. Why this should be so, the romance-besotted people of Brequinda in the Foth of Avalars could not have told you, and would not have stopped to discuss the matter once the effect was up and going, for no sooner would a flock of half a dozen silk-winged leather-bodied Fuolornis Fire Dragons heave into sight across the evening horizon than half the people of Brequinda were scurrying off into the woods with the other half, there to spend a busy breathless night together and emerge with the first rays of dawn all smiling and happy and still claiming, rather endearingly, to be virgins, if rather flushed and sticky virgins.

Imagine

And not just dragons, bad dragons.

Some nice, quality, not Nestle or Hershey trash facsimile of chocolate is always nice.

Barring that, maybe paint the soffit or re-gravel the driveway.

Me, existing.