Free at last..

That's me, I mean, not the guinea pigs as I finished the marathon report writing of the past fortnight today. So tomorrow the grass will get a long awaited cut, I'll make a trip to the tip, the fish tank will get a clean and water refresh and I'll make a start on the pile of ironing. And I'll be able to catch up on the Olympics action. Meanwhile, these guinea pigs that I pictured at the Pets at Home store in Woking yesterday, when I picked Jen up from the station and she wanted to collect a treat finding toy for Rocky the cat, looked content enough. But I wonder if they yearn for freedom. I did also wonder whether humankind is some kind of a guinea pig in a cosmic experiment to see how long we take to self-destruct.