Playing chicken

Today was a bit horrid in parts.

Crossness & frustration abounded.

AND the feckin snails won't stop eating my garden.

Have made a nice chicken tea in a 'food for the soul (sorry mr chicken for eating your legs) stylie'.

Hopefully it will be sufficient to displace the patronising, arrogant, passive aggressive bullshit I attempt to smile through on a daily basis... Thoroughly failed in my attempt to be breeeezy today .... More of a slightly narky easterly wind with moderate bite and certainly not warm enough to dry your smalls or your larges.

And breathe ...