Plop...

Blue sky reflected on black granite as my kitchen tap drips to its heart's content.

For my birthday David bought me a proper water drop photography kit (that's not what it's called but I can't remember the real name off the top of my head) and whilst one half of me is dying to try it out, the other half is totally intimidated by the thought.  It's still in the box.  Sealed.

The thing is I know that once I open it and get it set up (a challenge in itself for my untechnical brain) my life will shrink to the size of eating, sleeping and playing with the water kit.  I suspect eating and sleeping may take a hit too.  All in the pursuit of the perfect water drop shot.

Eek!

In other news, the rest of today has been spent trying to sort out a three month rota for Alan's support team.  Three months, six team members, hunners of permutations.   My brain is officially dead.  

Time for coffee methinks.