Last week JP texted me to tell me he was spending the evening with his best friend and that they were sculpting with clay. When I asked what they were making, he wouldn't tell me, only that he was making me something.
I arrived at his flat on Friday evening to discover this little figure, which is me. No one can say that my honey does not celebrate my voluptuousness. There are no way my breasts are that large. Either that or I don't think I'll wear that particular top again (or should I wear it more often?).
Looking at this wonderful little thing, which has been painted with love, just makes me howl with laughter. I mean, look at those things. Slightly menacing, albeit in a pillowy sort of way. Beware my melons of doom!