~Birdmaiden

I still feel like shouting "fucking hell, he owes me a tenner!", but, as it has been said, this too shall pass.
My current joy is painting on old bedsheets with acrylic and taking apart clockwork clocks, so it has me a bit busy. I had sawn some wood, nailed it to the door of my room and now tack the sheet to the bits of wood. Sawing the wood was nostalgic and brought back memories of being small and running around with a scythe and looking at half-burnt porn magazines with a boy (some psychologists will wet themselves if they read this)
I still love photos of shoes, but I suspect that it comes from my general love of shoes and little else.