Black tie or black leather, he’s bee-you-tiful.


OK, still struggling with this head-jaw-neck-shoulder situation, which happens to be on my left side, and I am left-handed. Anyway, now using one of those rice-filled wraps you can heat in the microwave and another muscle relaxer. Working on a post featuring Monet‘s house and garden (absolutely beautiful!!) in Giverny, but it is slow going. Supper–cube steakย and gravy–is simmering away in the slow cooker and tea is steeping. In the meantime, my lovelies, enjoy the man in black tie, black leather and open-collared shirt (back, kathryngaul, back!!).

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  1. What a swoonworthy bunch of pictures Angie girl!! I’m quite convinced that the second last one is your all-time favourite! Can you explain why that would be as I am at a loss to understand!!!!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    He is so breathtakingly handsome in that top picture with that “thang” he does with his eyes!! *Melts into a puddle!!!* I was looking at some 2007 BAFTA pictures yesterday on RAnet and when you enlarge them – WOW!!!!!!!!!!!! I honestly don’t think I would be able to remain upright if I was in such CLOSE proximity to him as these women were and he looked up at me with those devastating crinkles!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Imagine being near enough to actually touch him even if you couldn’t pluck up the courage to actually do it!! *Guuuuh* Here is an example!! Enjoy!! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Yeah, I am quite fond of the “Ladies, I AM the Total Package–just take a look” expression on Guy’s face and in his body language. *thud*

      I love it when he looks up through his lashes like that with that sweet, slightly shy smile. So handsome and adorable.

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