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King of the ....

9 am and I'm having a cup of tea, reading blogs and looking for Post of the Week nominations.

It's beautiful outside, and the windows are open. I can hear the occasional car drive by and birds singing in the square.

And then, just now, in the distance, a very distinct Tarzan yell.

I have a gym appointment in a bit, so I can't just sit and wait for a hottie in a loincloth to swing into the living room from the trees across the street. I'll leave the French doors open, just in case.