Bones and stones.
I collect both.
Stones with holes in remind me of my lovely Grandad.
He always wore a 'lucky' stone around his neck.
The brick was a gift to me from my beloved, found on a building site, already carved with a leaf.
None of this has anything at all to do with the shop and everything to do with the fact that I have been very busy with every kind of diversion imaginable.
Like taking photos of bones and stones.
It happens sometimes.
I have so many ideas floating around in my head and an inability to settle to any one.
In a truly dire case I would even allow myself to be diverted by the ironing!