Messed with.

Inspired by Withers yesterday, the messing on PS, not the cake eating.

Well, I've messed about with it so much, I don't know what it is anymore, how I did it, or even my thoughts on it. But hey-ho, it's better than having me ligged on the settee. But, only just.

In other news, only one day left to work. Yipee!

The horse spooked and snapped it's bridle. Hope it wasn't Roy McDines flies again.