The impact of parenting upon a young woman's wardrobe - a haiku.

Mysterious stain
On the crotch of my trousers.
Mashed carrot, perhaps?

You know what else you need to live? A skull without any bullets in it!

So I got milk in my handbag today - about 50ml of the stuff. Yuck. Still need to give it a proper clean. Stupid selectively leaking beakers! It was fine on the way up to Sing & Sign, on the way back - oblivion. Luckily, Vi had drank most of the milk by then, but still. Milk bag.

I'm quite excited though, because I submitted a couple of icons for neutral_zone's latest challenge (the prompt was the 'All the world's a stage' speech from As You Like It) and came joint third with this bad boy -
So hooray for me!

Staying with everybody's favourite French Slaphead and his chums, here is the penultimate chapter of 'Nothing But Blue Sky'. It's still a little raw - needs some editing, but I'm quite pleased with it so far.
( 7 - Escape )