Nothing fancy

Just me.

I've been limping along (photographically wise), to this milestone.

Subscribers, commentators, random comment makers, heart givers, what a lovely bunch you are. Thanks to you if you fall into any of these categories.

So, there we go, three years of my life documented for me to look back on fondly, or just realise I drink far too many mojitos.


If I could pick just one person in the whole big wide world to view my blip journal, it would be my dad, he would fucking love it. He would have also raised an eyebrow to me saying the F word, just because he was my dad.

I am a grown up now, so I may choose to swear if I wish.