Okay, NOW I'm back.

I'm back from my holidays, refreshed, have a new computer, and I still have the bleeping ear infection. Not AS bad as it was, but it's been six bleeping weeks.

ANYWAY.

My lovely other half couln't keep blipping for me because his computer crashed in a most spectacular way, and he is waiting for it to be fixed... Possibly losing his mind now without it. Thank you everyone who left such lovely feedback for him and his photos. With a bit of gentle encouragement, and threats of not being liked by my fellow-blipper aunty, he has decided to join the blip community, as soon as he has his computer back.

So. Holidays. Did things. Went places. Saw people. Decided my body clock is incredibly broken and I need a new one.
My last official day of holidays was yesterday, and I decided to celbrate/take advantage, and got tattoo number 18 done. And isn't he beautiful?!
My previously mentioned other half randomly drew this beautiful boy on my foot, quite some months ago, while we were incredibly bored. I knew then and there that I wanted him permanently. My foot is reserved for something else, so I decided he would go on my left thigh, mirroring a phoenix I have on my right thigh.
He's very talented, my man.

Righto... Must push on with a heap of photos from a gig tonight with a darling musician.

"Are you brave enough
To let me see your peacock?"
~ Peacock - Katy Perry