In and Out of a Funk
Man, I am a moody cow at the minute (as an aside, I used to hate the way Brits refer to women as cows...the fact that it doesn't bother me that much any more is a further sign of my assimilation...that, and my love of Jaffa Cakes).
Where was I...oh yes, moody. I am just not my normal productive, cheerful self (Ok, so I wouldn't ever describe myself as cheerful, but you know what I mean).
Anyway, have you met my husband...
...he is a smart man. You see, I would rather lay around the house sulking about how grumpy I am. But he won't let me and drags my crabbit self out into the autumn sunshine overcast, grey, windy, just-about-to-rain day.
And so, we drove up to Scone Palace and did this:
Which made me this: