Hitting the Wall

My blipping muse was sadly absent today, so I give you a wall. Not just any old wall but a wall down in our underground car park; a wall with much surface markings and irregularities; a wall which may well feature in future muse absent days.

Actually it is a wall which if committed to oils on canvas would maybe qualify as an entrant to the Turner Prize. It would of course have a title such as 'Primary Colours on a Wall' or something equally loose.

It's been quite an exciting twelve hours which is perhaps the reason for my lack of effort.
Firstly daughter #5 has had a big promotion to manage the research angle of the study 'Born in Bradford', following the health of children and mothers in that City.

Then I heard that I had won first prize in The Scotsman photographic competition for February. Since I didn't even know there was a competition to be won, I was very surprised that my blip of the windsurfer, which did feature in the paper recently, rewards me with a camera bag.

His Lordship is bearing up with fortitude and appears happy for me. However, I'm not letting him make me a cup of tea, or prepare any meals for me on his own: you just never know.

Since it was he who said I should send the entry to 'The Scotsman' in the first place,
I'll consider letting him finger my bag when it arrives just as long as his hands are clean.