I am wearing my pyjamas post exercise and before my shower and decide to take a picture to chart my progress.
The one mirror that affords a good view and light is in the bathroom of the property I am a guardian for. A building that was a training centre for disabled adults until it closed in July. There is a plaque downstairs showing that the funding for it came from the EU, so go figure, as our currently equally insane cousins across the water say.
But back to today, I tell you this to let you know why I have left in the disabled toilet and handrails in the background. A kind of helpful mundane reality that shaped the image this week.
Is it still sinful? That’s for you to say 💋