Curiouser and Curiouser

On Sunday morning I discovered my chucks were liberally coated in a strange substance resembling blue paint. I am yet to discover its source. There's no paint through the house, or on the roof... which, btw, I am amazed not to have fallen off. Don't drink and climb, kids.

I haven't seen any pools of paint on the way home from the pub, either. It did occur to me this morning that I may have acquired it in one of the wee back rooms at Indigo, so I am going to investigate tonight. Stand by! Nothing like a good mystery. The world needs more mysteries. Although I'd like to point out that sometime, oh about next week, I'll be vehemently arguing the opposite.