A spot of bother

It's weird how things can have a kind of absurd synchronicity. There is a lot of talk, at the moment, on the flying club emails about the BCC which is the British Club Championships. It turns out I have a small and slightly more sinister kind of BCC on my face. Not exactly life threatening but it does pull you up sharp. And in another bizarre match I can just make it out in Dark Murmurings
And that, together with work eejits, was why I was not best chuffed yesterday.
Today however I'm back on track.