Church Gates

I had planned on blipping the veterans filing through the church yard to the special Armistice Day service at the church.

Never work with young children or animals. Libbie chose this exact time to have a massive tantrum, throwing herself on the floor banging her fists. Cue all church goers distracted and staring oddly at me, cue me looking apologetic, cue gates snap.

Apologies to everyone there x


In SPOT news, as I am out tonight (a surprise I know), I decided last night it was time for an old trick, tootpaste on the spot overnight.

Worked a treat, and as a brucie bonus I have an air of mintyness about me.