Rude Awakenings

Was awoken this morning by a package being ungraciously flung at my form under the duvet, opening it to find the 'It's Nice That' magazine I had ordered. Reading it in the prescribed magazine way; that is to flick through and absorb the images and then (and only then) to go back and read everything, I stumbled upon this little beauty by Craig Damrauer.

I thought it was quite poignant.