The Ryno Pen

Yes, it’s that lovely end of the year when all the fuss and bother makes me a little less than fond of life. Only a couple of really bad days so far this month, and I try to divert myself with humour where possible.

This little blighter just had to be drawn before I could have breakfast.

What with the 40-plus-degree days, I have been writing late at night, sometimes going to bed at about 5 am. I don’t think I’d be the right guy to join a global warming denial group just now.

December sucks big ones. “Mozzie bites by battery light” in the park this year let go a phenomenal amount of fireworks. The dog was about as displeased about it as I was. The gross domestic product of some poor municipality went up in a blast of noise and light, so a mob of fat Westerners could sit there and congratulate themselves on how good it was that they were followers of some middle-eastern bloke who said to give up your possessions.

There are days it’s hardly worth biting through the leather straps. Indeed, there are occasionally days when one wonders how to get the buggers round one’s neck.

I continue. It’s the lazy man’s way.

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