Trusty flower

Ah, good old spring and its supply of blips when all is lost.

Workworkworkmeetingmeetingmeeting. Is there ever a chance to rest, I wonder? I did have a brief rest at the hairdresser to the stars later on and a much-needed half glass while he tweaked and transformed.

It was on then to Halfords to pick up some car-titivating stuff, only to make a complete and utter tube of myself by tripping over a miniature very large trailer in the car park, going my length and putting my knees through my breeks. Mortified. And very bloody.

Now, that would've been a good blip for someone here.