Past, present, future

I sit in front of my computer whilst my son and mother sleep. I can hear both their rhythmic breathing from where I sit. They conked out at 9pm and 10pm respectively. Must be all that festive eating. I will toast the new year accompanied by their dreaming, and the wish that those who pass by here, may also have people dear to them at such close quarters. Though preferbly not snoring.

I can't upload photos, but have found a solution playing with photobooth:















BSL
Peace for All
x

ps my top tip for 2009: If in doubt as to what to wear, paint your face.