Holiday

My holiday was lovely. Thanks for asking.

We had nice picnics with cheese and humous sandwiches and skips, sat near piles of rabbits poo at Lands End (Yum!)


We finally understood the meaning of depression through pictorial form thanks to Chinese herbalists (also: really Chinese guys? Really? That would be better used to show how my rage [red arrows] attacks anyone with frosted tips and spiky hair)


We met Bob Carolgees (Bonus!)


Despite all that, the thing that's most calling me back to Cornwall though is this: the greatest portrait our collective eyes have ever seen.


This is real. It exists. I need it.