Ok tomorrow will see me completely over the midway part of the project in terms of time, but there is still the matter of the missing pictures, namely 54, and 74. I feel fairly sure that I did not miss them, and they are languishing somewhere on one of the various computers I use. I like to think they have bunked off, and are having a furtive ciggie whilst sneaking a look around the edge of a long forgotten spreadsheet to look out for pesky users, i.e. me. If I cannot track them down I will have to retake a couple more photos to fill the gaps. So you pesky pictures, if you don’t want to be replaced then you had better show up hadn’t you.
‘What about the other missing images’ ,I optimistically hope to hear the audience cry. Well they are not missing, but are in a state of self imposed censorship. There is nothing illegal, or morally reprehensible about them, but they are of a nature that I would prefer them to remain private until such time that I am either rich enough not to worry about upsetting my employers, or I am just plain brave enough to cock a snoot to society and say, sometimes I look like this OK?
So here’s to another 182 days of me. Hurrah!
