Popped to town in the rain, met Pose and popped to uni.
Then back home for some worrrk.
It went well, other than Pose's huge canvas falling off the mantelpiece and landing on me.

This evening I made some fried bread.
Say what you will about my cooking, but I make a mean fried potato bread.



Hopefully a man called Colin is arriving in a minute to deliver me a tv for my degree show piece. I love Freecycle.