When my much-missed dad was terminally ill, he reached the stage where he needed to tell my brother and I where all the important things were, so that we could deal with things on behalf of my mum.
I feared that I would forget, so took photos of all the locations. Thank goodness I did, as no way would I have remembered them all when things reached their heartbreaking conclusion.
Soops Kitchen, a place of refuge, reflection and revelry.
Would you rather stay your current age or swap the digits around?

