Portrait of the . . .

Uh, oh, thought I'd celebrate Blip number 500 with a self-portrait. Should have been sombre, in keeping with the occasion, but one of the Barnsleeps (there are 50 of the evil little buggers in a box in the grandkids' bedroom) jumped onto my hat and demanded to be included. So here we are. Well, what else could I do? He's got 49 friends and if I'd complained they'll all want to be in the picture . . . and no room for me . . .