I hate getting caught in the middle of a shoot-out when I'm half-way through my run. (Or, indeed, at pretty much any stage of my run.) Hang on, just let me do a bit more work on the giant crochet house/garden project (that REALLY is nearly finished). Gotta steady my nerves. Is it me, or do these attempts at daisies on the lawn resemble fried eggs? Sigh. Back to the drawing board. We live in the countryside, so like it or not, people shoot things and then eat them. (Sometimes they even cook Continue Reading