I've realised that I'm in danger of never blogging ever again unless I do something NOW! So, taking a leaf out of Ms Scarlet's book - almost literally, and with her permission (kind of) - here's my quick-and-dirty, copy-and-paste Sunday Ketchup.
From Ms Scarlet's 5th December Sunday Ketchup post:
"Sunday Ketchup. It will be a random account of my week and will include
quotes from my journal [my very secret journal that I show no-one
ever!]; photographs; collages; calligraphy; and, of course, the obligatory piece of Sunday music. How thrilled you must be to read of my good intentions. Again. Let us proceed…"
My week - nay, my weeks - since my last post have been spent continuing the dither that engulfed me at the start of the year. It's got to the point where I've become a passive observer rather than an active participant, which means I've barely done anything of note at all.
I haven't produced any calligraphy of course, but I did spend 10-15 minutes making a £999,960 Bank of Bungle bank note for my sister Indescribable's birthday earlier in the week. She wanted a million pounds so I topped up the £40 John Lewis voucher I got for her with this:
Spot the mistake (which I corrected after I took this photo)... In my very secret journal I wrote: A rescue - from [a spiral in(g) time] - a survivor, Galuth Nym, an old woman who should be young.
From my emails I wrote: Thanks very much for sorting Car out. Again. I’m sure it won’t be the last time – unless I get a new car sooner rather than later...
Photograph of the week:
Taken for an art project that never took off...
A tune that I discovered yesterday and have listened to rather a lot: "Impossible" by Röyksopp & Alison Goldfrapp
In fact, I'm listening to it now...
Right. I'd best be off as there's loads to do before I can lounge about in the bath for a couple of hours this evening. Plus, I need to do the catch up with all of you that I didn't do last time.
P.S. I love all your comments in the last post. Carry on!
EDIT 20:40 - P.P.S. For a birthday I usually forget... (not mine, although I did shoot this on my birthday 12 years ago)