The sun setting behind an apple tree in the garden.
Having my coffee at the balcony. The coffee tastes better than it looks, by the way.
The composer’s star in Vienna underground. Gets trodden on each day, poor man.
Today my three-year-old male relative picked a sharp piece of wood and threatened to stab my cat. I protected the cat with the modest bulk of my body. Now I’m […]
Visiting the fountain of youth. (Hopefully.)
Why is your neighbour’s garden always nicer than your own? (In my case possibly because I can’t be bothered with the garden.)
I wonder what my favourite colour is. Could it be brown?
There’s lavender growing in the garden. It reminds me of clothes moths. And times long past.
I get it that I should put coffee grains in the grinder. But what is the symbol for what I should not put in? Dice??
A tame squirrel in a park being fed by a stranger.
Sometimes I want to apply the Magic Concealer all over my face to magically conceal it.
Sour grapes they are that grow in my garden. (As yet.)
I found a hashtag in the street. My old brown flats were so pleased that they stood at its head.
Turn on, tune in, drop out. I wish you could see the psychedelic light effects when I set the lamp swinging.
I met a man. He was a street sweeper. He didn’t sweep much. But when he went past a parking tickets machine, he routinely checked the change slot in case […]
Mint growing in the garden against the background of a white-washed greenhouse.
Some students’ essays simply can’t be approached without a draught of vintage.
Find a cat in the picture.