Angry Bird

Well - very angry, spitting feathers actually - not sure about the bird bit though.

I am winding myself up into a fury and feel like an insignificant little person which is not a feeling I like.  I have been in this position before over a show which was a ground breaking idea but got ground down - now it is happening all over again and I don't like it.  I shall get over my George Orwell moment whilst cooking a lasagna (not sure if that should be an e on the end but the spell check says a) and then go back to doing what I am told but I don't like it one little bit.

It is very cold here but the snow did not materialise much which was not a bad thing.  So I am reverting to last summer pictures.

Tomorrow it is back to the hospital for Mother's appointment but Sam is off so he will be able to sort out the animals - hard work at the moment with all the hay required and the water constantly freezing.