Monday, 9 February 2015

Smashed

I was happily hitting windows with a claw hammer, listening to the satisfying sound that comes with breaking glass. Before me was a wall of windows, all in neat little wooden frames just waiting to be smashed. 

Unfortunately I was rudely awoken this morning by the bedroom light being flicked on and a mug of tea being plonked next to my head. Shame, it was very relaxing. 

 
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