Wibble.

God I pick the worst time to wibble.

Have to go to work in ten minutes. My absolute saint of a mother will be arriving around lunchtime and cleaning out my room. The plan is to be ready to go by time time I finish work at six.

I never did get a photo of the jacaranda in full bloom outside my window. Every year, I only remember as I'm leaving, and the flowers are already wilting.

I probably should turn off my Narnia playlist, it's really quite depressing.