The swords arrived in pristine order. So well packed in fact, it felt criminal to destroy the artistry…

WTF! Clicky, that’s a personal, private photo and you’ve… *squint* …You’ve fucking numbered it! You cheeky bastard! Oh my fucking word…

I don’t care, that photo is a joke; I look awful…

Click…

Thoughtful man and I were having cross words, this moaning... I told Leg Iron about it...

Moanings when we have to do something or go anywhere are the wurst; we have very different ideas about time Thoughtful Man and I...

We'd had a couple of skirmishes... steely words on steely words but I'd managed to wear him down with my cheeriness until...

So I went upstairs to get ready to go out and it was as I was brushing my teeth that I noticed:

1. My hair looked kinda wild and curly in the bathroom mirror...

2. I had a red face and baggy eyes...

3. I was wearing a stripe up my arm...

4. I was wearing yellow... sorta...

And then I remembered No.5...

So I plucked a sword from the boys' bedroom wall and went downstairs to pose for him...à la The Bride...

I must have got him a good one across the gut because he was holding his sides...

… you are the absolute pits! No, Clicky, it’s just not on posting my photo like that… what the fuck are you laughing at now?

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