Day thirty-one – Bollocks

Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks.

I had a great plan for today’s entry. Thing is, the entry was going to require pictures. I didn’t think it would take that long to find them scattered around my computer. I was wrong. It took four and a half hours. Now it’s 3:30pm. Forgot to have lunch. Forgot to shift the washing to the dryer. And now I have to get down to the village and I need to get back before it gets dark so I can bring some wood up from the shed.

As Robbie Burns said, the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ (wo)men gang aft a-gley.

So my great plan (which I now realise will be in at least two parts) will have to wait for tomorrow.

Instead I leave you with this. If only.

He’s right, Theresa. If you actually had the nerve to do this, your poll numbers would skyrocket.