It having been depressingly dull and wet in the Shire for the past several hours, and I having been dull and depressed in consequence, I thought I'd search through all the photo albums to see whether I could find something to delight the eye, inflame the senses, and make those privy to the experience really wish they were coming to tea with me.
This is the first. It's the inside of my kneecap taken during an arthroscopy procedure.
Exciting, isn't it? Full of intrigue, and possessed of a charm that can only be described as sensual.
These two show a comparison between my parents' wedding and mine. (My parents' comes first, in case you're not sure.) The similarities between the two are really quite alarming.
And this was taken at the theatre where I used to work. It was the last night of a production called By Jeeves, and the staff were required to get kitted out in fancy '30s clobber. I arranged the group while somebody else took the picture, and I did it in such a way as to be as close as possible to the lovely Sarah O without being indiscreet and betraying my inappropriate feelings. And might I add that on-camera flash is not the most flattering form of illumination?
I expect there'll be more.