Hunkering down

I was full of good intentions at the beginning of this week. I was going to visit the gym daily for physio and swimming, and generally make my poor withered limbs strong again. But you know what? I simply haven't got the energy. It's freezing outside. And it's all I can do to get up and down the stairs. As I only got out of intensive care on Friday, I've decided that what I really need to do is listen to my body. And after such a long time in hospital, my body is telling me to spend a lot of time at home, nesting (and taking plenty of siestas with magazines and boxes of chocolates).

Aren't these posters beautiful? I tried to photo them last night with atmospheric lighting, but... well, you can see the 'but' for yourself...

So here they are again in daylight. I've had them for years; bought them in Antibes, in fact, when my mother had a tiny flat in Cannes. Fun times. But I've never shown them off to their full advantage, exhibiting in an unimaginative row in student-like clip frames. This cluster idea came from wonderful Will, who lives downstairs (and more of whom later).

And this sublime Audrey-like creature is my mother in the 60s. HOW beautiful?