Present Tension.

Well, Bighill...

It has finally arrived, and in one (or should I say, two), pieces.

Better a late plate than a never plate, I always say...

And the angel is positively....cherubic.

I plan to hang it over my daughters bedhead, beside the dreamcatcher, (if I can get my greasy mitts on one in this hippy-free zone)

I love them both, and my eternal thanks to your skilled self, and the Good Terry.

I am attempting not to gush...

And not to be too Karmic-Harping on about it, this is the third blue-sky gift to land in my lap this week, a pretty fair statistic in the General League Of Nil-All Moral Victories that have coiled my way over the last while.

I know Im being a fucking sap, but since I have joined blip, this kind of thing seems to happen more and more, and I have re-dicovered that little childlike buzz, ingrained in more innocent times, of the brown paper package from the Aunt in exotic London, the Santy stuffed stocking, even the low-wattage electric thrill of knowing that something, anything, unknown, is making its way to the postbox.

So, as a result, I am willing to send something, anything, to any of yeez that I dont actively despise, and only expect you to pass it forward.

Just let me know where to send Whatever.

Again, thanks, Linda.....