There are some days when I think to myself “this just isn’t important – why bother”. Today is one of those days.

So, you get a grained-out-to-hell-and-back (1600iso) shot of my toe on the new bathroom flooring which is, by the way, quite fab, even though it looks like what it is, which is cheap-not-quite-Amtico. Seriously, I’d have much preferred their industrial tread-plate but it would not have been a sensible choice for this house.

I’ve had a long, tiring and to be frank plain bloody weird day, starting with standing in the frost for 20 minutes at dawn this morning waiting for a bus (not top of my pops even though I do love London’s wonderful, cheap as chips buses) then culminating in being accused of being little better than a paedophile by some nutty old bird on the train tonight because she asked me what I did for a living and when I told her, she declared the above. To be honest, half the time I feel as though what I do is pretty far down the scale of low-life but I reserve the right to say that about myself and don’t expect to be told it by a stranger.

So, I get home feeling tired, crabby, defensive, lacking in confidence and miserable only to discover that my woes are really bloody pathetic compared to those of someone I care about deeply. (No, not DM.)

I realise every day that I need my super hero gloves – I really wish I had them more than ever today……..I’d much rather have spent the time I’ve spent on this looking after my friend. This really is so inconsequential but still I remain stubbornly glued to it. One of these days I may just step out of PAD and never return......

Oh BOY was it a better day last year - dinner, drinks and gossip with two of the loveliest people on the planet. (Yes, Ray and Gail, that means you!) There is some common ground with this pic though - it was also shot wide open and on top iso!