342/365

Bang. Bang. Bang. Crash. Crash. Crash.

330/365

Daffodil carnage

315/365

I really see no point in street performers.

268/365

It's official. I'm sick of the Christmas tree. I'm declaring tomorrow 12th night.

235/365

OMG. I was woken up at 5:00 am by a beeping noise. I searched and searched for it. Eventually, I narrowed it down to the bathroom and STILL couldn't find. When James woke up at 7:00 I offered to pay him a fiver if he could find it and disable it. He found it in five minutes. It was an old watch that came from a French market about ten years ago and cost about three pounds. It was in a jewellry box on the bathroom shelf. He couldn't make it stop beeping though. Intead he managed to make it start talking as well! In FRENCH. I threw it away but could still hear it. It was still going strong when I got home so I took the hammer to it. That worked.

224/365

Flippin' Heck. It's not even Christmas yet.

163/365

Days like this really make me miss Pop and his packing skills. 

116/365

Yes, I know my shirt is on inside out but unless everybody wants a show then it's going to have to stay that way for a while.

42/365

This is what I look at the most during the day.

10/365

The washing machine is STILL broken.