I'm not in a good mood. It's freezing cold, and I've had to cope with a pointless strike on the London Underground today. Which meant that everybody else in London was in a bad mood, too. We all spiralled down together into an ever-deepening pit of moodiness.
The tube union leader is a gentleman (and I use the term loosely) named Bob Crow. Normally I'd make some light hearted quip at this point about a 'murder' of crows being an appropriate collective noun, but I'm in too bad a mood to even attempt ironic and tasteless humour.
So, to cheer myself up, here's one of my favourite butterflies- the Gulf Fritillary. It's pretty, isn't it? I can feel my mood lightening already.
Actually, no I can't. But it is pretty.
Hmmph.
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