It looks quite domestic, doesn’t it? Except for the lurid red upholstery.
But there’s me, the tea tray, the three heads in front of the gold mirror. And Terry Pratchett.
2010 was a double Terry Pratchett interview year. By request. The first time by me. The second time by Terry.
It was, just nice. That’s what I’m looking for just now. A nice past. Something I’d put in my photo album, if I did stuff like that. In fact, that’s an idea! I never considered mixing Bookwitching photographs with private life photos.
I had brought Son along, in case there was coffee to be poured. There was. I always knew he’d turn out to be useful one day.