As requested by my sister, a picture of my new rug in situ. Hurrah.

I've spent all day trying to get round to doing some more college work, really need to get it all finished in the next couple of weeks. But why is it that you always find something absolutely vital to do when you should be doing something else? So far I've hoovered (the rug of course) AND mopped. I've done some washing and hung it up. Had lunch. Washed up. Written some emails. Organised the picture folder on my hard drive (been meaning to do that for AGES). And now I'm blogging. All important and vital stuff, obviously, and far more important than actually doing WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING.

Gaarrrgggh. I despair of myself.