The Claw

Actually my new head mower.  Having grown increasingly fed up of going to the barber, it's time to return to DIY haircuts and the introduction of the badly shaved tennis ball look.

Thursday and it passed in a whirl of work.  I don't think I managed to idly look out the window/reset my concentration parameters at all.

And I re-found this, which always made me smile. 

And I would argue that I'm not cynical, I admit and, take responsibility for, my mistakes, something that Management does as often and sincerely as unicorns do.