Cowart's Common Room
Well - you wanted variety? And clearly those who couldn't sleep, slept and now perhaps they are unable to wake up. Like Sleeping Beauty. Condemned to the land of nod for a 100 years or until a handsome prince comes calling, although these days handsome princes aren't in the habit of hacking through brambles as they have programmes like Instagram on which to set out their profiles and wait while the beautiful princesses make their own way through the brambles. Womenhood are empowered: no more being rescued from thickets of brambles for us.
Besides I am not wholly sure I should want to kiss someone who had been asleep for 100 years and had therefore had even fewer baths than Queen Elizabeth 1. But still it is a fairy story and I should not mock and it is better I suppose than kissing frogs.
Well here we are: I am hoping for a better day having spent a good deal of yesterday listening spellbound to the You Tube video of music from La La Land that I put up yesterday. That for me is a real fairy story - the playing of the music, I mean, and to be able to play like that would be a proper reason to attract passing princes to hack their way through the brambles to your door.
Nee-Naw, Nee Naw. "Excuse me sir, are these your brambles that you are hacking away at so merrily? And do you have a licence for that six foot claymore you are wielding? I think I shall have to ask you to come with us, sir. Sort this little matter out. On our way to a fancy dress party were we, sir? What's that? A princess? Indeed sir! We'll send someone round in the morning."