Just another sunset, just the same sun, just the same woods and just the same branches. Yet it looks different every time.
The good thing about the clocks changing is that the sun is still awake when the boss at the office has released the shackles for the day. My boss is notoriously bad and not only shackles me to my desk but whips me senseless several times during the day as well. She’s also rigged up a system that gives me an electric shock whenever my hands leave the keyboard. She seems to enjoy it though and with appraisals coming up, it’s probably best not to complain.
The evenings may be longer but on the downside it’s dark in the morning again, not that the birds or the gulls give a hoot, but there again they wouldn’t and if they did they would be known as owls. At the moment they start chorusing long before it gets light.
Another sunset on another spring evening on the Little Orme.
Now then, there it was, a picture and a post without offence. Now there’s a first. Wonder which pillock with a puckered mouth like a cat’s arse or fat arsed yank is going to report me today?
Ah! Signed in now!
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