A recent long walk over hills and climbing walls and gates, ducking under bastard branches with jaggy bits. Standing in shit as you trip in a divot, not quite clearing a small stream, wind blowing your face off. Fingers curling up and going black, feeling totally fucked then the added agony of knowing you have to repeat it all the way back, like some fucking hellish Groundhog Day.
But worse, much worse, at least that bellushi **** got to eat a big platter of cakes and learned to play the piano.
If my hands hadn't been wracked with frozen agony, somebody who suggested it and smiled the whole way there and back would no longer be with us.
Seemingly we are going to make this a regular thing.
Alien abduction and the associated and inevitable arse probing seems a better option right now. :(