Où est ma palette ?

I seem to have wandered into shit creek again. I don’t know if I’ll get away with it this time – there’s no shifts for the whole of August. None. Not one. Left it too damn late.

The words ‘tighter than a drag queen’s hot pants’ spring to mind.

On the plus side – I went swimming this fine morning, and managed to actually swim lengths with no float. Killed me, but I did it….

…and we arranged to go take photos of Brizzy North Baths – before they shut it.

…and with the help of the Nikkimeister, Claire (the ‘zed) is entirely in bits, and the engine is allllll ready to head londonwards. Now I just need to learn to weld; oh, yes, and have enough money to buy the metal and the gas and the welding wire – yeah. That too. Arse.