Junk...

I love the junk yard.

I'm sure 'im indoors or Ruby or one of you would come up with something witty to say about this particular photo... feel free...

I bought an old picture. A bargain at three quid and it's properly hideous. I had a picture in my mind of what I was after and there it was, staring at me. I've taken it to bits, discarded the bloody awful tapestry art and I now have the perfect frame.

I'm going to paint a square on the back of my front door with blackboard paint (although in this day and age we're apparently not allowed to call it that. I'll spare you my views on that!) so I can scribble my reminders on the door rather than sticking post-it notes on it. This has made me ridiculously happy.

However, I'm going to be sensible and wait until the painter has been to do my flat in November before I stick the frame up.

This means there's nothing else for it but to have an afternoon in front of the TV. It's tough but I'm fairly sure I'll manage it.