Alive, I tell you, alive!

Back at work today.

"Blossom, you're alive!" shrieked the ever-so-slightly gay Associate Director,* inadvertently locking in today's earworm as he bounded, nimble and gazelle-like, to the door to greet me. (I shall spare you the Youtube link, but I suspect if you know anything about me, you can make a pretty good guess at what the song was).

Long day at work, during which time I:
a) discovered I'd forgotten my twin god-daughters' first birthday;
b) sent fierce emails to the NSW Lands Department rejecting a certain (anonymous) public servant's suggestion that Benedict Cumberbatch was going to be the next Dr Who (that SO ain't gonna fly, honey!);
c) and completely failed to catch up on my paperwork,

amongst other things.

In the evening-now that daylight saving is over- I kicked off the weekend by mucking about at a basic light painting workshop. A pity I was absolutely shattered and still not 100%, so I wasn't really on the ball. And by the time I finally headed for home, I had a severe case of Camera Inadequacy Complex and rampant tripod envy.

Absolutely worth it though.

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* Love him to bits. Really.