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1.43am. A time to venture forth into the downstairs gloom and create culinary abominations. As I eat pesto korma sandwiches I imagine outside the windows in the inky blackness waiting to suddenly emerge, dances a monstrous grinning evil imp, who will one day slowly but suddenly appear from the murk like a shark. And I shall be suspended there in the ocean of my imagination, helpless. Unable to escape, but forced to watch as it advances upon me cackling and dancing its wild dance.