And did those feet...

Couldn't resist this cannibal blip. Thursday's picture from Tempus Fugit, on my computer with the impression of the same feet at four months old, inked onto my first Christmas card from our son Huw. (Or are they the same feet? As in 'I've had that axe forty years - it's had two new heads and three new handles.')

Other items on the desk old and new - stapler and current diary, wooden Buddha a present from my sister thirty years ago, Ricard ashtray lifted from a French bar in 1973, reader's cards for Bodleian and National Library of Wales which need renewing, amid general layers of clutter which always have the potential to reveal memories that stop you in your tracks.