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Some cowardly motherfucker just left a threatening note about my dog outside my house, so I am sitting inside scrolling down my twitter feed of landscape paintings and listening to Vashti Bunyan and drinking a cup of fucking tea fresh picked from my garden; but I am ready to kill anyone who so much as looks at me, literally steam-coming-out-of-my-ears body tensed up. I hate the bloody countryside so bloody much; someone's seen us with our dog on a piece of common land and decided to kick up a stink (the note was complaining about us not picking up our dog mess. But we do, every time, which means they're just pissed at the fact we Have A Dog In Public) & I am ready to shank the first person who looks at me & I do hope all this lovely lemon balm and nettle is as relaxing as my herbal remedy book promises because it isn't pleasurable to be this angry and afraid, but dear gods