This photo isn't just a reflection of my state of mind post-wedding*, mid-hangover.
I've been meaning to post it for ages. Heidi and I hitched a ride on a tour of a submarine down at the port. This was my favourite thing: a toilet roll hanging on the wall. It's to dry and de-fog the periscope viewfinder when it's wound up for viewing.
And, you know, as emergency supplies should you see anything really scary while you're looking.
*Not my wedding. Duh. Grumpy and I aren't even divorced yet. Let's let the paint dry on that one first, shall we?
2 comments:
That was a little freaky HB... I opened up your blog and thought - Hang on - I've seen that before! Just could quite put my finger on it...
Horrid smelly things submarines - just like them submariners wot used to 'man' em! ;-)
I hated subs. I tried it once - freaked me out - got myself back onto a surface vessel as soon as I was humanly able! Yuck!!!
I don't know if I'd last long once submerged. There was something of the trapped rat feeling about it...
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