Last night I became obsessed with manipulating snaps so attacked most of the snaps in my iphoto album - rather like Mr Pooter painting everything, including the bath red. Above is one of my efforts. He was the manager of the Michael Collins bar in Barcelona. What fun. I shall never again be able to leave a photograph alone.
Dorothy rang last night to see if there was any news . I proudly announced that I had achieved, I think 97% in my food hygiene course and was immediately asked if I had cheated.
I am popping out to see if I can purchase any more clothes before I come back and help get the place a bit cleaner - I suspect my efforts will be limited to tidying a bit and making cups of tea.
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