Day twelve.

Today i have to say has been a trying day all i am going to say is Mr DYSON better watch his step as he may meet his death in a freak fluff/dust "accident" . So after getting semi hysterical over a cleaning implement i decided to visit my local town called Chard where every single stereotype of the south west exists with an added weird brazilian influence. Very good for custard tarts. Anyway as i taking my venom out on the world by throwing innocent people looks that could curdle a cow's face i came across this........

Which cured me of any vacuum angst and i promptly bought £5 worth of sweets.