Bad Orange Day…

… About which I’m a tad grumpy.
I bought the posh branded oranges (as usual) from the supermarket today. (Today!). Because when you like an orange you want a decent one. They are not huge and work out at about 60p each. If this bad one was a ‘one-off’ bad one I’d shrug and think, ‘some you win’.. But, I’d say that, on average, one bag out of three or four (depending on how much time I spend, carefully checking each orange without looking as though I’m wearing a tinfoil hat) has had at least one bad one in it for the past six months.
I never take them back, because, well, because of the tinfoil hat (!).
But, it’s not ok is it?

Ok.
Grump over.

We’ve both had a writing day.
We have both developed a stiff neck.
Is there a little planet of writing that’s just moved into our orbit? If so, it will be somewhat of relief when it goes retrograde!