Not a Rant...

If I wrote an angry e-mail when I was still working I'd wait until the next day before I sent it. Most often it didn't get sent because I saw things in a different light the next day.
Blip can be the same apparently. Yesterday I  wrote about all the luxury yachts we walked by, around a quarter of them British. Taxes, austerity, and toys for the rich got a mention too.  Bringing things down to earth was a chicken, as an extra photo.
Today I swopped the yachts for the happy, and rather beautifully coloured, chicken scratching in the earth.  The yachts are still there, but now as an extra.