Irritable.

The horse and I.

Got up, got dressed. Sat around, got totally wound up with the kids. Went for a walk with Hannah and the camera. Saw nothing. Took rubbish photographs. Spotted two horses, this one and the one, this one has just pushed out of the way and bitten. I told him he was a bad tempered old git.

Then I remembered, people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

So I picked one up. And threw it. Not at the horse.

Came home. Uploaded. The chuffing sun is in my eyes. I can't see the screen.

I'm off to watch a rugby match. Could kill or cure it.


Roll on bedtime.