Sometimes my other half expresses sentiments to the effect that I should be residing in a carehome that specialises with mental problems. OK, on rare occassions she could have a point, but not this time. Lately I've been hovering very close to various items with my camera taking shots to use as textures. Some of these items have, to the untrained eye, seemed a little unusual or irrational. She obviously has an untrained eye. Hence, when I was transferring some washing from the washer to the drier (I'm not domesticated, I just have strong memories of a full load of whites coming out as a full load of pinks. I'll do my own, thanks) I happened to notice the little fluff filter in the front of the drier needed emptying. So, I takes it off, and....well that's where she thought I was going mad. Definately. I took the layer of fluff off the filter mesh and started taking close up pictures of it. She went to bed literally shaking her head. But you guys understand, don't you?!? Say yes. Please say yes.