When arseholes, I mean, people piss you off, grab a sharp stabbie thing and make balls.

That’s not as rude as it sounds (if it doesn’t sound rude, I obviously have a filthy mind). But when I was pissed off today I stabbed stuff repeatedly until I made these:

I’m not saying it makes anything better, but at least it’s only the sheep fluff that I stabbed!

The balls do have a purpose, but they need a few friends before all can be revealed….

At this time of year, it’s cold, dark and a bit miserable….

Christmas break is vaguely in sight, but not near enough!

My music is on shuffle, it’s just picked ‘life’s what you make it’ – maybe it’s trying to tell me to cheer up? Or get a different (less travel) job?

Mystery of the day – Where were all the empty seats when I was pregnant and needed to sit?