My glasses always look straight in a mirror, and always crooked in a photo.
Figuring out which of my film cameras are halfway through a roll.
One of many things I had not expected to be doing today: finding out why my main web server died unexpectedly.
Tobacco Factory Market, my very usual Sunday haunt.
I could sit and watch the busy zebra crossing on Regent Street for hours. In fact, I’m sure I have. Only got through half a chapter of Jane Eyre this afternoon because I got distracted…
At least something in this flat is healthy. *Blows nose*.
I am still ill, and not leaving the house much. Here is, therefore, quite a dull photo.
Today I am relying on Strepsils, tissues and Myst to get me through.