Spit curls

This is Fanny Searle in 1854. I copied this photo from old family papers when I was in the UK. She has a beauty spot and a spit curl. I have been in the bathroom trying to make a spit curl. I had to use someone's pomade instead of spit. It looks more like a worm migrating under my raddled and ancient skin. Fanny is older than me by about a hundred years or so, but she lives on to look out cynically but youthfully at her future world. The dog looks tinted but she doesn't. I think her buttons were touched up with gold. I have a letter written by my father during WW1 where he says he visited old Aunt Fanny in London when he was on leave and she was as irrascible as ever. I think she has a story in her. I will make one up.
I got a serious look from a man friend the other day. I was stunned. My immediate reaction was as always run for cover and I certainly will, because he is problematically married. All that silly, pointless and painful stuff is long past for me. I like my quiet life. Still it was a surprise and to be honest not unpleasant.... Also learned today that a friend has a particularly nasty form of cancer. Hey! I have this great idea! Lets put the defence budget into cleaning up the environment and rehabilitating all those injured chromosomes!