Sudo wanted to play with these flowers so very much.

I’m not even going to look at you whilst I disrespect your possessions.

Everyone knows cats are dicks.

One of Charlotte’s colleagues is refitting his kitchen alone. I have decided that he is a madman. The last few weeks have seriously pissed me off; between eating takeaway every day, having to walk to the shops every meal and generally having three rooms that are unusable, I can safely say that a kitchen refit is not something I would ever attempt myself.

Still, it’s all done now and we’re both super pleased with it. Our fitter did an amazing job and his bill was incredibly reasonable given all the work he did. If you’re looking for a kitchen fitter in Southampton/Hampshire, grab me on a social network and I’ll give you his number. If, for whatever reason, you’re interested in any of the manufacturers/models/shops we got things from; again, social networks.

We’ve been having our kitchen re-fitted for the last two weeks, which has meant takeaway pretty much every night. It has lead me to the conclusion that takeaway should only be an occasional thing. It is not nice food to eat regularly, let me tell you.

Remember that scene in Hot Shots! Part Deux at the start where Charlie Sheen is going to bare-knuckle fight that guy in some warehouse or wherever? And before they start fighting they dip their hands in sweets? That’s what my lunch today reminded me of.

It’s important to bear in mind that sometimes I just like wandering round taking photos of whatever. With the 50mm 1.8 on the D700 is a lovely, light (it is, shut up) camera. These hopefully won’t be the best photos I take all week, but they’ll be amongst the most fun I had holding a camera, for sure.

Also, fuck you I know my lawn is a mess. I hate gardening.