Things aren't always what they seem

It's funny the receptacles people used to store human remains in; often it was just the box that the finder had to hand.

Following a rude awakening at 5 am when a cat fight outside made Polly bark, my day was spent at the museum working on four fragmentary individuals. Then I returned home, walked the dogs with Son2, and cooked a vegetable curry. Might not do that recipe again on a week day as it was a bit of a faff and the feedback I received was along the lines of, "Well, it's not the worst thing you've ever cooked" and "What are those orange things?".

8.45 pm now and sitting down watching the Tour of Britain highlights. Shame they're not coming down here this year :(