Chair of Invisibility

Headed over to Scarborough after work to see H2 who's moved over that way. Train was crammed to the gills and I had some bloke's crotch in my face from York to Malton. A crotch that apparently needed readjusting at regular intervals. Never understood why men need to rearrange their man parts so often.

Then, out to Thingy-by-Wotsit for a chat and catch up, new curtains, amazing homemade olive & feta soda bread, pasta with aubergines and homemade apple pie with a hint of tarragon. And gin. And my first viewing of Roman Holiday.

This is Jem. He's under the impression that when he sits under the rocking chair, he is completely invisible.