After the horrific and tragic events in Boston this week, the troubles we had in the family last week have paled and faded in my mind. Seeing this image this morning makes me wonder what the human race has come to.

I don’t have much time to write this post, and I’ll have to schedule it to post later in the week just in case I can get back and flesh it out. If I don’t, please make do with what’s here. And ignore the sarkiness. If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m a bitter old bitch.

A day in the life of a resident of New Bedlam.

Warning: This post contains rage, possible triggers for survivors of assault, venting of a personal nature, and definite foul language. Readers be advised to proceed with caution, or don’t click through or scroll down.

An interesting, old-style piece inspiring all kinds of dark fairy-tale thoughts in my head. What about yours? Get lost in the forest, find a rabbit warren, see if they lead you to Watership Down.
This one could take you anywhere!