Gawd, sometimes G is such a shit.
Today we had the "rat whisperer" in at work, as there are apparently rat cadevers somewhere I don't want to know about......this lead, in a not too roundabout way, to my telling G about how, in the early 80's, I used to read icky lame horrors like "Rats" and "Lair" (which gave me nightmares), and others by James Herbert and I was trying to think of other horror writers of the time, like John Saul......whereupon G decided to take the piss out of me by going on about The Teaspoon in an ominous voice....."I can hear it rattling in the teacup in the night......clinkety clink"......"the Teaspoon of Death?" asked I........."no, the Teaspoon of Torment" said G in his best Monty Python voice.
Here endeth the lesson for today.
These pix are from last week, I think!
Handbag-vintage Rex, opshopped
hairflower-gift from Justine(who has been very sick this week!)