Moo

Moving house.

Too busy, too tired, too internetless, too 4Gless to blip.

It's been quite liberating not having wifi.

But now we're on holiday, escaping the relentless unpacking of boxes and the full horror that is how much actual shit we have, and we can't resist the lure of 'da web'.

Here are some pretty cows that live in the field next too the cottage we're staying in.

Whilst saying hello, I got stung on the arse by a wasp THROUGH MY JEANS. And the big little one got stung on her leg. At least I think it was a wasp... Who knows... I lacked the flexibility to crane my neck and ascertain what variety of critter breached denim.

The country sucks. I demand a refund ;)

(Ps. The new house is lovely, even the bits wot aren't).