Pressure

Well, it's getting to that time again. With another deadline impending I feel like there's a fair bit of pressure on finding blips. As a result I struggle to find good ones when I'm out. Then I end up running about the house looking for stuff I haven't blipped yet.

I have no idea why we have five seperately coloured dish brushes, especially since we have a dishwasher. Still Roz reckons there's method to the madness. If we were orthodox jews and had to conform to strict rules about food preparation I could understand it but we're not so we tend to prepare meat and dairy together.

Anyway, back to work tomorrow. Only four more Sundays where I have to say that then it's time for the long summer break.