Gordon's friend Eddy didn't say anything. But he'd always thought Edith should have kept her husband in her panties. Just like those addictions counsellors, always making references to "substance misuse." As though their chief concern was not addiction at all, but the use of improper techniques and methodologies in the self-administration of substances. They'd tried a number of other arrangements as well, including the ill-fated hair nest and the nearly fatal boot experiment.

I don't think I have posted a lot of pics where I have my eyes closed, that is not something you do in portrait photography is it?

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In fact, they'd tried that early on, but Edith had found it troublesome. Gordon was always climbing up in there, and distracting her when she needed to be concentrating on her work. Yes indeed. The husband, Gordon, had been mislaid. Edith wasn't sure where or when or how it happened. Which was, of course, the nature of loss. If you knew where a thing had gone, it wouldn't be lost now, would it. Once the rent was paid and the food bought, Edith had little left over for clothing. And she was not one for mending. So she wore the same few heavy wool garments over and over until they were rags. So here we go with a closed eyes posting, my argument: even though my eyes are closed, there's a lot of expression on my face. Do you like it as well? Just let me know through a nice comment and you made my day :) when looking at this picture this evening, my first thoughts went to the magnificent album "scenes from a memory" by Dream Theater and I paraphrased in my mind the very last sentence of that album: "open your eyes Nicholas" into the title of this posting.