Blue, blue breakfast

Inspired, perhaps, by Sloggs' 'End of the world breakfast' blip, and by the sunshine streaming through the window this morning, (I even cleaned the window so I could see out), I once again blipped my breakfast. My first-ever blipwas of a bowl of porridge! 159 blips later, it's the same bowl of porridge, but as you can see, Goldilocks has visited, because it is now empty. The elves have left a tacky little Christmas tree and a poinsettia. CleanSteve has left an apple from yesterday's blipshoot, and the rest of the table hasn't changed.

End of term today! Cries of "Sister X has lost baby Jesus! rang round the school, and two of our six were off sick today, but eventually I escaped with a box of chox, and ran off to my next job, where I attempted to teach massage to recovering addicts. In this I partially succeeded. Everyone gave me a hug when I left, and then I tore home to tear open some envelopes, retrieve the cheques therein, and start packing up more aroma-parcels to post. They have gone now, so there's no more work till next Friday!

Hoo-rah, hoo-rah, hoo-rah hay, as Tenpole Tudor once said. Now I am off to glam up for a drinks party. I'm knackered, would prefer to take the drink intravenously, but maybe I've been hanging around addicts, alcoholics and Father Jack for too long!