Jam jars from the back of the fridge. Soon they'll hit puberty.

I've now chucked them out.

When you lose loved ones, there are some things you should throw out before you've even had a chance to think. Otherwise it just gets too damn hard. Trust me on this.

Start with the homemade jam.

More pathos, anybody?

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Tomorrow, with a bit of luck, it's boobies! I promise an lj-cut and no nipples.

These are from the weekend, but I got all distracted by the brothel and the facelips thing.

It's all the planning. Someone described one of my previous domestic interiors as looking like something from a magazine. While I could take this as a great compliment to my compositional skills, I now feel vaguely fraudulent and feel I should 'fess up.

( Yet more! )

For yesterday and today.

Another view from the couch.

A close up view from the couch!