Last night I woke up sweaty and screaming.

Alhambrette held me close and I wept like a man laden with so much grief.

She asked why I wept so.

I told her naught of Bob and the secrets of A.R.S.E. Rather I told her I wept for the loss of my rambler/sheep jumper she fashioned for me.

She insisted on knitting another.

I wept some more.

Jez.