It's hot in the Crackle cave and all the windows are open spilling in street sounds of people laughing and talking. I have spent the day doing my twice yearly guilt trip of, I really must clean the car, day. It sparkles I tell you (my bikes already do, before I'm chastised). Mrs Crackle has taken command of the remote and there's nowt on which I fancy. The small Crackles are playing Hard To Get To Bed and the dog has nicked the nice chocolate cake I was going to eat; he was reduced to half rations for that: It was a big piece.
AND I'M BORRRREEEEEDDDDDD!
Please feel free to entertain me on a subject of your choice
AND I'M BORRRREEEEEDDDDDD!

Please feel free to entertain me on a subject of your choice