My blip today had to meet strict criteria: I had to be able to take it without having to move from my essay-writing spot on the sofa.

I had to move earlier, to uni, for a meeting about our graduate show (in Oxo Tower, on the Southbank... so exciting). But now I'm back home and back to the essay. Pose is writing hers too, on the other sofa.

You can tell we're both bored, we just spent 5 minutes seeing who could make the highest pitch squeak while maintaining a normal-ish facial expression.