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.
Tuesday 17 July 2012
In which, when I was 9, I packed a couple of Enid Blyton books for my summer holidays. However, PP has packed his e-reader, digital camera and Armani shades. Hang on, I am a lone parent - how come he has all this cool shiz?
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