dangly down bits

no, nothing to do with my poor, long-suffering husband or my post-breastfeeding-three-children boobs. Just dangly things that hang around in my bedroom. Mainly because it's the only room in the house with a high enough ceiling to hang things from the beams.

OK, I just bored you to death with that but, let's be honest, at least I didn't whinge about anything. See, new leaf turned over. Tomorrow I will attempt no whinging and, also, a decent photo. Double whammy.