Off work

Not feeling my best. Not feeling my worst, either, as I'm up and on computer for a wee bit, to be fair. I reckon I'm just knackered. And I realised it's been something like two weeks at least since I had any time alone. Chrises needs the time alone in order to stop their brain stop buzzing. Otherwise it doesn't. This is bad for Chrises.

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Fireworks pictures turned out eversomuch better than I though they would. O me of little faith!

There's a few on flickr, but here's a couple more that aren't. Best viewed a lot bigger than this, really, in order to get the foreground interest.

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Me bruvva was on the phone last night and, yippity skip!, I'm invited to spend the week with them at a villa they've taken in France (bit of a Christie phraseology there) in early October. How nice. Or Nice, in face. And I still might get my wee weekend away in Italy for my birthday.

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OK, headache kicking in now.

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Nihil obstat,

C