Sunday, 27 September 2009
Bit of this
Brown, questioning eyes, look up from the river below, while he waits patiently for his owner to throw the stick again. No look of reproach or disappointment clouds them just excited expectation. He has waited rather a long time while she gossips too.
Lenny Henry, says to get into character you start with the shoes. Now there's a thought, who shall I be tomorrow?
White fragrant flowers bow their heads on long stalks, an unexpected delight. I only wish I knew what the heck the bulbs were called.
Bit of that