Soft on the inside, crunchy on the outside

Its been a tough old week for your hunched little scribbler. Beset by migraines and confronted by arrogant morons at every turn, its been a case of batten down the hatches and ride out the storm.

The weather is doing nothing to help my less than jubilant mood. It's currently so cold in my attic room that the fingerless gloves, which these days might as well be surgically attached, are doing little to calm my shaking hands (something of a worry when weilding pointy scissors).

So here is a teeny beastling to brighten up this dark February. I envy him his tough outer casing. Sometimes a full suit of armour seems pretty appealing, although in reality it takes more than that to protect against the painted jaguars of the world.