The young hurricane who whizzes round our house twice a week has stayed home because of a bus strike and I'm chafing at the amount of time spent doing household chores. I'd far rather work all hours at the computer, or even painting furniture, than faff around in the kitchen or doing laundry. I guess I'm spoiled rotten.

Anyway, went to pick up the results of some health checks on the way to choir this evening. We took the wrong route and arrived too late, but just before I climbed back into the car I heard someone say "Look how large she is - and how low"! I looked up past the scruffy buildings, and there was the moon in all her glory, escorted by a cohort of little clouds. It was never going to be anything but a rubbish photo, with a mobile and no tripod, but here she is, for the record (my blip godfather, Barrioboy, gives me a hard time if I miss a blip).