Brutal

Sometimes you reach the end of a week and it feels as if the city is closing in and suffocating you.

I feel the woods calling me tomorrow, to hear the wind in the branches and the rooks fighting. I'm even looking forward to Missy extravagantly kicking soil over every random piece of dog shit she finds, hoping I will think she dropped it and give her a treat.

I have bagged too many aged cold turds to fall for that one again Missy Moo.