Mess or comfort?

A pile of clothes strewn across the bedroom floor. Mess or comfort? Comfort, because I know Roland is taking care of doing the washing. If left to me everything would be shrunk so small even the cats would struggle to fit into the jumpers, t-shirts etc. And would probably all be the same artery-pink colour.

Following the technological meltdown of the weekend I've been thinking about why I blip, when I blip. And realised I'd become a bit too obsessive. The self-imposed compulsion to post a blip a day had actually started to become a bit of a block to my creativity. I'm still going to post, and actively comment. But perhaps not every day.

It's interesting that this technological meltdown happened on the anniversary of my 6 months of blipping (2nd July) and I took the decision not to be so obsessive on 4th July. Independence day. Spooky or what?

And for those of you who asked whether I was going to take pics at Pride London, yes I did - please go to my entry for 2nd July where you will also see my link to the full set of pics I took that day.