Just before I close my eyes...

...there's a cat purring (and tonight he's also dribbling - urgh) on my pillow, F's reading his book and I'm knackered after my first day back at work. I'm about to fall asleep when... DAMN, I haven't blipped. A moment later I grab the camera from the bedside speaker (that works as a table) and try to blip Whisky, who promptly stops purring and dribbling, and legs it. So I blip the light above me and wonder yet again how on earth I managed to paint the ceiling in a day almost five years ago. It seems very high up to me!