Tingle

I took a small detour on the way home work to check on the state of the neighbourhood's brambles. Thirty minutes later and half a big bag full I had to conclude that they were pretty decent. I'm now sitting here with that familiar post-bramble tingling in my hands caused by all those tiny thorns. Or it might be the nettle stings. Hard to tell which sometimes.

Right, music and then I'm off for the first coffee of the day (and at this time too, what am I thinking?). Still deep in dub.