Struggling

Couldn't decide which photo to blip today.

Fed the kittens at Midday. The concrete outside the stables is a rabbit morgue. I took a picture of the carnage. They could be sleeping, except for the one without a head. There are plenty of more disturbing images on the internet, but I am not responsible for any of them. Other than the ones of me, of course.

Also took a picture of my letter from my MP, Alistair Carmichael, telling me that HMRC are not going to pursue me for the buckets full of cash that they should have told me I owed from donkeys years ago. Gail tells me it'd make me look too smug, so that was out too.

That only leaves me with the picture I took this evening from the dunes at Newark farm across Bay of Lopness. I'm left wondering how on Earth the weather had got from this to the torrential rain that's falling now, barely four hours later.