Farewell, Miss Flatt

So, I'm off to get hitched and then headed to Tuscany to have lots of sex for two weeks. Hoorah! I am taking my laptop for novel-inspiration-emergencies, but I suspect I shall be roundly punished if I use it for anything else. So in the meantime I will leave you with this, in honour of my future husband, whose grasshopperian hand gestures are as unmistakable as his fingerprints; and in honour of two people who won't be at my handfasting - my grandfather Ronald and my adopted grandmother Iris - both of whom had the most beautiful hands I have ever seen.