Some chocolates that are still hanging around after Paul's birthday. I had intended to take a picture of everyone's feet at choir tonight (putting the camera on the ground and looking back through the rows of chairs) but I bottled out of it, thinking that people would just think I was plain weird, so I was left with quickly looking around the house to find something else to blip. And I liked the look of the orange wrappers on the orange runner. The chocolates themselves taste a bit weird - perhaps they are a bit stale.