To be honest, I was going to go on about how cack this pic is but I’ve decided not to for two reasons. The first is, I actually quite like it and when you consider the circumstances of its coming into being and the standard of the other photos I took at whatever godforsaken hour it was when I took it, at least two of which were shots of my naked breasts because I’d forgotten to set the delay timer, I reckon it’s OK!

The other reason is that I have been looking at book covers (an emergency trip to a bookshop because I’d already run out of reading material by this morning) and when you see some of the images on book covers, lots of them aren’t sharp, are not what I’d describe as nicely composed or even just plain old dull. Now I know I’m probably not the best judge – let’s face it, I am hardly qualified to do that, but I’d say this shot is no worse than some of them……in my humble opinion anyway (she says with her tongue firmly planted in her cheek). Weirdly, it reminds me of some paintings that I've seen on cards, all very stylised but I've no idea who the artist is.

I have not stopped today. I got to work at 8am, worked so hard all day that I gave myself a headache and ended up inappropriately giggling through an important meeting because I’d totally lost the plot by that time. I was writing something that could turn out to be the most important document I’ve ever written. Every word had to be perfect, every phrase considered and every sentence crucially important to our business.

So, did I feel in the slightest bit like getting on my glad-rags and going to a ball? Not one iota, I can tell you!

However, that’s what corporate whores have to do. If there is an important industry function on, even if you have had the day from hell, you get togged up and go.

Of course it is always better when you actually get there and I do like to catch up with folks I don’t see often, even though I embarrassed myself by mistaking one very important man for another (probably in truth less important) man! I did a bit of business, solicited for a bit more and came away with a really good prize of a business card from someone whose business I’ve been trying to get into for years, with a comment ‘we need to talk, call me’. Bloody marvellous I’d say.

But the best bit was a senior man from an organisation whose support is very important to us seeking me out and giving me a real fillip on the same subject I’d been working hard on all day. Phew.

Finally, we waited outside in the rain for our cabs to arrive for twenty minutes and we then had a really vile journey home. The cabdriver threw the cab around the place like there was no tomorrow (and I suspect if he drives like that all of the time, there probably won’t be one day soon) wiggling round a gazillion back streets, accelerator, brake, accelerator, brake……on and on interminably.

Now I am a poor traveller (I’m sure I have described my travel sickness several times) at the best of times and after a dire day, a few glasses of the red stuff with almost no food, I felt pretty dreadful by the time I arrived home at Ginny’s place so this really was all I could manage….time to switch off that light and slllleeeeeeeeeppppppppppppp. Tomorrow, we live to fight another day.

Last year, I was on the moor with DM while he shot pinhole pics.