We were looking at photos as we burned them to disc for the in-laws. This is something we do once or twice a year, because we are nerds. And by ‘we’, I mean “me”. This photo, taken, as you can see, on ExMass morning, shows His Nibs, at approximately fifteen years of age, being …erm… well, I’m not sure what’s happening with the hag on his left, but this is how my mother-in-law summed up the photo tonight, and this is how it shall for ever more be addressed:
“It looks like you’ve just been given a vibrator for Christmas, and His Nibs has just figured out that you don’t need him anymore.”
So mote it be.