Blue and Yellow.

After sharing my workspace with y'all yesterday, I suppose that it's only fair to show how I spend the drive to and from work. Now admittedly the bluebells aren't eight feet tall and this wasn't taken from my car, but I drive for 25 miles past fields of rapeseed and bluebells. I do love this time of year (though my Asthma doesn't).

Long Weekend?

Hurrah! But let's just remind ourselves of what work looks like, shall we...?

Hm.

There are some days that I find it really hard to blog at all, but there are others when (drunk though I may be) I feel myself compelled to say: "WTF?"

Seriously, read this. There is a war going on, and someone died. Collateral damage, friendly fire (or whatever you want to call it) will happen in a war. That's whats occurs - it's a war. Yet this someone was doing an honorable thing in plain sight, and by all accounts, the Italians did nothing wrong.

And yet someone died... but it's all OK?

It's a war. Fuckups happen, but someone is to blame. Resolved of culpability? Pah!