H is for. . .

H is for hands.

Mannequin hands to be precise. I had to get up on the step-ladder to get this blip of the 3 hands that now live on a high shelf in the study/spare bedroom.
As I intruded on their space I noted that the rubbery male hand was becoming rather insistent as to which direction was true north (he does that a lot, in fact he does that all the time). The sexy manicured hand was not convinced and did a hand shrug (or whatever the name for such a thing is). The rather bland hand in the background sighed, "Not this argument again. . ." and slowly started to climb the wall. . .

Rather boring day of writing, reading, sorting, organising and tidying but all in all productive from the get-go!