Bog done.  

Neoghbour now tells me that the diaphraghm in the flushy big white plastic box thingy in the middle is nearly goosed. 

Nosebag beckons, vat return, 'ere, 'ill (me) Grand Prix...zzzz, nosebag, ere, cat  

 nap, booze, pit zzz.
Another enthralling day in the life of GROWLER. 
