By the end of the year there should be 366 pictures here denoting one thing that happened that day. Just the one.
As a overly conscientious, borderline OCD, competitive freak this is the sort of challenge that I both relish and should avoid in equal measure.
Sunday 6 May 2012
In which the terrible toll of a night out on my usually scrupulously tidy kitchen is revealed (I stood on the work surface to take this. That makes me an artist and the work surface a candidate for a good scrub down with Dettol)
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