Camel

Came across this exotic beast tethered in the car park of a neighbouring village and eating the municipal flowers. Turned out the circus was in town. One of those tatty little circuses that tour around France in the summer, erecting time-worn tents to perform seedy stunts in torn tights and glitter-shedding tops. The poor camel was flee-infested and scabby, with deep, dark tear-tracks etched into its face below watering eyes. What a miserable bloody life!

Oh, and picked up my new car today!