The Wrong Side Of The Bed

In Deutschland you don't get out of bed on the wrong side, you "mit dem falschen Fuß aufstehen" or you "get up on the wrong foot".

Definitely happened to me today. Maybe something to do with Katzenterror at just after 5.

Rather than just sitting around and gathering my brows like gathering storm*, I went out and stomped. iPod on and just forget everything.

Very therapeutic.

I'm not very good at grumpy or angry. This is much more me.

And I do love me ducks as much as I do me flowers.

* That's from a Robert Burns Poem. Or Rabbie Burns if you'd rather. Tam O'Shanter to give you a link.