Whatever that means
Not good. Not even close to good but there are days when the blip diary is just a slot to be filled. It’s not like anything happened – it was gently peeing rain which was being swirled round the garden but it was enough to put any thoughts of going anywhere on ice. Anyway, the slight man flu is still lurking, resulting in intermittent chesty coughing so there wasn’t going to be anything strenuous done.
So, the day was spent pottering around in the garage, tidying and fiddling. It’s part of a grand plan – get the bikes out of the garage, organise the tools and clear out a corner where a darkroom can go. Ink jets are good but proper prints …
And this is where ink jets are shit. Seven lights on and three out. There’s nothing you can do even if you don’t need the colours that are out. A trip to the 7 day shop to buy three cartridges so that I can print the photo that someone has decided to buy.