Today’s photo is a coincidence, as I took a cheeky shot for a sexting partner sitting out in my yard. I have a box (we call him Herbert, because my family name fucking everything) which doubles up as a seat. When I looked at the upskirt photo I’d taken of my lack of underwear I was tickled by the position of the lock.

And oh, if this isn’t a pictorial illustration of the frustrations of lockdown I don’t know what is.


Sinful Sunday