Drinking-tea-at-the-end-of-the-day-time it is.
I painted a whole A3 sheet of catfood (in watercolour) today and photocopied all the photos of important buildings that I could find in the library, to stick them together into one jumbled metropolis of sorts. It's all going well, but I have no brain left to write anything more... um... I can't think of the word actually.
(By the way, may I just say - looking at this picture - that this whole "get a haircut, look my age" thing didn't bloody work AT ALL. What do I have to do, grow a beard?)