Egg shell

Working from home today. So time off for lunch when it suits - or rather when the light suits. Quite nice being back in familiar territory and away from the nasty yellowness of the office. Only problem was that I had to restrict myself to a short pic session. Back to work now I guess.

The image - eggs and shells just seem to go together.

Other news: not a lot. The dog is snoring, the big cat is annoying and the little cat is lovely as always. Oh, am reading And the Land Lay Still by James Robertson just now. Came across a passage that reminded me of being told to speak properly when I was a kid. Robertson describes how one of the characters discovers that her grandparents refused to speak their native gaelic in front of her - because they had been told that English was the future and that she would be disadvantaged if she learned to speak their native tongue. A hang over from times when language and specific forms of dress were banned in Scotland I guess. Does make you ask though, how can a person or a nation know who they are if they are too scared to look backwards and find out who they have been?

Self image can be as fragile as an eggshell.