Mild

Panic.

The 13th. I'm sure Monday was hijacked by Friday today.

First Monday back in work proper in three weeks and it's already looking like there's going to be enough days left this year to do what needs to be done. Bugger.

Only really took a couple of shots today (and through a window at that) as I thought maybe the minus seven degree temperatures and its accompanying clear skies would be perfect for some meteor spotting tonight, but the best time to spot them would be after midnight tonight. Bugger.

Realised I'm also running out of Christmas shopping time and, what with lots of major online shops suspending online ordering for Scotland in the run up, it looks like I'm going to have to brave the high street/shopping centre carnage sometime very soon. (not an inviting prospect as the weather forecasters are already predicting a repeat of last Monday's blizzards for Thursday morning). Bugger them and bugger that.

With 400 odd photos to try and pull together into two separate photo-books as Christmas presents over the next couple of nights so that they might be delivered in time I'm feeling slightly on the wrong side of approachable. Bugger, bugger, bugger.

And, to top it all, there's an epilepsy inducing Christmas tree strobing away in front of me as I'm trying to watch some TV programme about reindeers. Must find the off switch for that (the tree, not the baby Rudolphs).

Ah well. Deep breath...