An Idle Hour

I discovered a strange site a little while ago. Whilst one or two of the items featured exceed my personal bad-taste tolerance – the earrings in particular – I loved the Angel and the Ghost.

I am often too sleepy in the mornings to notice quite what Harry has got hold of when he is busily beetling around our bedroom; he has spent 15 minutes happily conducting an invisible philharmonic with my ovulation peestick before now. More recently, his target has been a box of assorted tampax and my entire collection of sanitary towels.  

As I had the raw materials – now strewn widely across the bedroom floor – I thought I would have a play.



Do not worry. I shall not be sending these out for Pay It Forward…

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