In my craft and sullen art

Forgive me, it's now my thirtieth year to heaven - as of today, Feb 15th, if I manage to post this quickly - but I've been unable to do anything as grown-up as settle myself at the table to face my laptop and write to my merry heart's content. Today has been taken up with trying to please a rather stroppy Mr Pie. At one point I said to him 'Please please please can you stop the griping because I just don't think I can take any more???' His response: NNNNNnnnnngggggggghhhhh.

By the way, I've found out what made him quite so grumpy all the way back from Gladstone Park (see below). He was sitting on a corkscrew. Sorry, sweet little pie.