The hardest part of this week's topic was thinking of a photo to blog about. Because most of us have mobile phones with an in-built camera, I think we take more photos than previous generations did. The cost of buying and developing film limited our parents and grandparents to what they could document as we grew up. Now that we can see the results of our snapping instantly, we don't think anything of taking ten bad photos to end up with one decent pic. How cluttered are our various hard drives with photos that should be deleted, if only we had the time to sift through them all? How many silly photos are taken on our phones, that probably wouldn't have been wasted on a camera with film inside? How soon do we realise this when we go to take an important photo only to be told that we are out of storage space?

"How can a friend be in debt?"

What is forever? Forever is a mighty long time. Maybe. Forever could be too hard a concept for us mere mortals to grasp. It's possibly relative. One person's forever is another's fleeting moment. Perhaps. Forever. For ever. Ever.

I've only recently become something of a regular coffee drinker. Up until a coupla years ago I was a Tea Man, with occasional cups of coffee interspersed throughout my tea regime. Ritualistically, the first thing I used to do in the morning (after getting out of bed) was throw a teabag into my favourite mug - a stars, sun and moon themed mug I got for participating in the Shakespeare Festival when I was in Year 12. I would do it without thinking. My morning cuppa tea started the day.