Varze or Vaze, it’s a Vase . . .

. . . however you would like to say it, there is a flower on it, and it’s Friday – hurray, I’ve done a proper one.
 
Not truly sure what breed the flower is, but it’s on one of my mum’s miniature vases which sit’s on it’s own marked spot in one of our display cabinets.
 
For the technically interested, it’s photographed on a white acrylic faced cupboard door (one purchased by Mrs W (huh - me!) many years ago for this purpose) illuminated by a Cree torch – all else in the exif.
 
Best viewed on a dark background (in extras).
 
Many thanks to Biker Bear for hosting FlowerFriday.
 
 
Recovering well from yesterday’s attempt to breath bread crust.  Just a slight tickle/feeling left, but no problem complements a good night’s rest involving opiates and alcohol (ok – codeine and rum).  They have been the best of bed-fellows as far back in history than we can see, and providing they are not abused they can be wonderful friends.  I was still quite bad before bedtime last night.
 
 
Sausage and bean hash for tea.  Now what silly thing can I think of (or do) for tomorrow . . .  ??