We’ve had a rough trot in the land of the hunters. Murphy paid us a little visit and he liked it here, so he stayed a while. All is not lost yet, so its very likely that dear Murphy’s hiding in a cupboard or behind the fridge.
But this is a serious post so other than saying that it’s been raining shit in our neck of the woods, I’ll cut to the chase and just get serious. You see it’s my eye. M’eye precious.