Maker of...stuff

I've got some painting to get on with!

At the stage of fitting the shinies!

My mum is a clever little sausage.

It's safe to say I've put a lot of myself into this piece.

Y'all should be aware that in the UK we have reference numbers on our streetlights with handy little telephone numbers so we can report them if they stop working. These are the numbers that adorn the road I live on. Meet GAY106. Blissful.

Cor what a lovely pair.

Here is a photo of a lovely merino wool jumper I am now the proud owner of (I'm an utter whore for wool and leather, but I digress). My mum, yes MUM, my actual birth-giver, purchased this for me for Christmas. This is a monumental act as she actually, purposefully bought a men's jumper for me. I can't say she won't still try to suggest I wear dresses and frills, but I'm deeply humbled by her acceptance of my identity.

I'm old now, I have my own glasses and don't need to steal yours. Got this cushion so I can pretend to fart on your face. Miss you my little big bro.

The challenge of a loose leaf tea lover.

Oh my...