My Bed

I promise no soiled underwear on show (I hope). Any enquiries from the Tate very welcome.
I didn’t have to get up early for Mass this morning, so after Mr P had set off, I headed back to bed for a while. I had to repeat my talk on SCIAF at St James’ in Innerleithen early afternoon but I had set aside the rest of the afternoon for declutterring. Instead I ended up booking things online and finishing off watching Saltburn (got even weirder). I think it’s called displacement.
Watching the BAFTAs tonight.