Friday, 5 February 2010

One Hundred Days - no.23

There's a special prize for anyone who can tell me what's going on in this picture. God knows, I can't work it out...

Have a great weekend, kids. I am going to make something special for the husband whilst he goes off to play golf tomorrow morning. That's a secret between you and me, OK?


  1. A rambler with a pointy hat fetish who is plagued by a cute yet evil squirrel who scrambles his brain so he can no longer read maps unless he holds them upside down and reads them backwards.

    Yes I did make that up as I typed it.

  2. The note reads

    'Dear Rodney,

    I can't take it any more. As if sleeping with my sister wasn't bad enough, now you insist on wearing pointy hats covered in woodland animals. Things used to be so different, we'd go for walks, talk for hours, make love. I know, I know. It isn't your fault. It happens to men of a certain age... Perhaps it's me. I'm sorry Rodney. I didn't want it to be like this. I'm so sorry.

    Your fluffy bunny



    Just out of shot lies the corpse of his suicidal wife.

    What's my prize?