SAND

I'm doing an art therapy course.  Not because I want to be an art therapist, but for other, more subtle reasons.  Maybe one of them is just that it's fun to play with sand. 

This was the day I did NOT go to the breast screening clinic.  I've been reading a lot of research that suggests the programme as a whole is at best ineffectual and at worst can cause actual harm.  As they tend to take four separate images of my enormous ones, I reckon I get four times the radiation as my flat chested friends, which is another reason to refuse.  The programme is apparently based on some now discredited Swedish research and I read that had it not existed, the money might have been spent differently developing a much more effective blood test.  All I can say is that if they tested for testicular cancer using the same method it would be abolished years ago.  Grrr....

...maybe that is why my sand creature has Big Teeth.