Funeral Games

 I dreamed I was at a funeral. It was my father's funeral and then it was my mother's. At my mother's funeral my father and others were carrying a thirty foot model sailing ship into the chapel. I saw my father stumbling and slipped in ahead of him and took the weight on my own shoulder. I wondered if the ship would even fit in the building.....

Picture Diary 38

 These three make up a set.

1. Us Two Against the World



2 Want to Go for a Coffee?



3. You and Me, Babe....