Proof of the triumphant moment.
Happily, feeling special and loved, I skidded over to miss Crail’s – wheely shopper laden with goodies for that very, very special lady …

Outside Miss Crail's boudoire
… I was of course unspeakably happy to be the one to bestow her prize … She was equally pleased to see me …

I was overjoyed to be there, she was pleased to see me I could tell
… Miss Crail has since written in her blog, a reliable account of what occurred earlier today. It does us both credit…
Nothing left to say but: more pictures later …

Thank god you didn’t show the beach scene, or the dancing
Don’t tell anyone about the commode. I haven’t
Thanks again for the gracious mini awards session, and apologies for not even offering something from Hommage a Huysmans, which is a bit depleted after all that slaving over largely incomprehensible Cam23 stuff