airy fairy nothingness

I've got another flash for you, but not much else. I have been even more spaced out than ususal today, despite the coffee and the mad half hour on the rowing machine (which you would have thought would sharpen me up a bit). No more sightings of the elusive pocket-sized choir master. But, given my zombified state today, he may well have been strutting about in the welfare centre or hanging out with Ray at the garage or wafting out in the art gallery, or pumping iron in the gym. He could have been in any of these places and I simply wouldn't have noticed, because my head is full of airy fairy nothingness. I should probably just go to bed!