Season of the curse!
So, who here is equally miserable?
If your nose is running, eyes swollen and itchy, throat driving you crackers and the happy little pills that are meant to curb all this are sending you to sleep - well, lament with me.
Yes, all hail the hayfever season (in Britain at least). The makers of Kleenex are no doubt rolling around the floor in laughter (and wads of cash).
And I'm looking dangerously insane as I glare at the hapless weed known as Shepherd's Purse (we'll call it Shepherd's Curse for ease of reference from now on) waiting at the end of my garden. Brimming with hateful pollen, armed and dangerous... And it waits.
Of course, this pitiful griping of mine serves the purpose of providing me with Useful Excuses. If the textures of my objects look a bit blurred or not quite seamless - well, that's blurry eyes for you. Can't see a darned thing, you see...


