Well, the intention - not a resolution - to make sure I hit 365 blips this year has taken a hit, eh?  I've done the easy bit, the actual photos, but they've not made it to the ether.   I'm going to fill the gaps though. 

Today saw a full day of work, finishing at 7pm.  Two dog walks, fed 3 robins twice, saw the kingfisher twice (no bloody camera) egg-chips-beans for tea, two episodes of Portrait Artist Of The Year (finally finished the last series, culminating with the boy painting Nicola Benedetti for the Scottish Portrait Gallery, brilliant). 

I then made Gary's sandwiches for work.  Cheese and celery, my favourite if no-one else's.   I don't know when or how making those bloody sandwiches became my job but it somehow seems to be.  I do remember feeling really ill and struggling to make them a couple of years back and I thought at the time "if I dont snuff it, I'll never moan about doing this again".  Oops.