I'm doing exceptionally well here. Okay, perhaps not exceptionally well; but at least I am being consistent. That has to count for something, doesn't it? Consistency equates to reliability, so that means I am reliable. You can count on me putting up my image and blog one day late. But you must be wondering why am I late again? (I know that you probably couldn't care less, but please bear with me.) As you may or may not know, a few weeks ago I decided to go back to school. Obviously, then, I have been having to go to class. Not every day, I hasten to add; my timetable is not too onerous. Tuesdays are a bit of a chore, however, as I have two three-hour long classes with a two hour break between them. It kicks off at one o'clock with English, which runs until four, then I have a two hour break until my Spanish class starts. Consequently, I don't get home until about nine-thirty. On top of this, Celtic were on Champions' League action against FC Copenhagen. The game kicked off while I was in class, so Liam was charged with setting the video to record it, and I was charged with staying away from anything or anybody who could tell me the score. When I got home, the game was midway through the second half, and Linda was watching a documentary about Stephen Fry's psychological illness. I didn't want to switch on my computer in case I inadvertantly came across the result (I remember a couple of years ago, Zak left a message on one of my images with the result of a game I was taping and waiting to watch), so I retired to the dining-room and read the paper instead. My mind wasn't on the Blair versus Brown saga, though. It was on football. Anyway, the long and short of it all is that I didn't give myself time to take a photo and write a blurb yesterday. I had to prepare for class, go to class, eat, avoid discovering the match score. Then I had to watch the match (which we won). By the time all that was over, it was half-past-midnight and time for bed. I will try to be better in future: that might make me more punctual yet, ironically, less reliable. What is a man to do?