Wednesday, 11 March 2009
shadows, sheep and mistaken shenanigans
Bit of this
Long stick shadows and their cars glide over the brow and down the hill. Sedately we all trundle. We are on a conveyor belt, I become mesmerized.
I look again 2 middle aged helpers appear to be sharing an aerosol as they walk through the gate. When they get closer I see they are not sniffing gas to ease the day, but have just nipped off site for a fag and it's breath freshener!
My lovely new chicken tea cosy is keeping my birthday freesia bulbs dark and snug.
Bit of that
Kept me amused for a bit.