Four (ok, ok. Three)
I have never seen midnight this many times in a row in my life. I’ve never been a late nighter kinda person. Even in university – if it didn’t get done by 10 pm, I just added a few extra cover pages and changed the font size of my appendix to flesh it out. My biological clock knew I’d be spittin’ out babies in a few years time and not using this degree anyway. Let the babies rob you, not the academics the clock told me (subconsciously. That would have been creepy otherwise). Anyway, I pretty much have as long as it takes to nurse (or as long as long as it takes to finish this salad bowl of coffee) to write this post and the bar is getting dry so I’ll just post a little game for you to play called “Where’s Jasper”. Further evidence of why we’re down to the wire here on the packing/renovation front.
Credits: Me for taking the photo (not of the Assumption – Pieter Paul Ruebens took that one), my mum for photoshopping wings on Jasper, and J.D. for photoshopping a wing-ed Jasper into the throng of angels.