Things organised neatly....

...but photographed badly.

Quick EB as it's chucking, I'm knackered, Wales are stuffing France, and I'm taking the camera out with the Londonboy tomorrow.

So I'm experimenting with chocolate milk and vanilla icecream. I've produced a passable milkshakey thing. It may be time to replace the blender.

Met Rhona, my specialist physio today. She took a range of weird and wonderful measurements to benchmark my flexibility/mobility, which will be used for comparison in a year's time, and in subsequent years. Having a medical professional tell you that you'll be coming in every year for the rest of your life is a bit like seeing your pension statement for the first time- the actual date on which you are forecast to retire, 35 years hence- pretty sobering. But the support that the NHS can suddenly offer me following my diagnosis with AS is brilliant so I'm not dwelling on anything!

The title is a reference to a favourite Tumblr page. It speaks to the urge to tidy, straighten and display stuff. Have a look at it; it'll make you hate yourself for having such an average attitude to organisation...