A walk to the station #10
I see a milk float this morning. This is the first time in a long time I’ve seen a milk float. An actual milk float, pulling up by the side of the road, and an actual milkman delivering milk. Read the rest of this entry »
I see a milk float this morning. This is the first time in a long time I’ve seen a milk float. An actual milk float, pulling up by the side of the road, and an actual milkman delivering milk. Read the rest of this entry »
As an enthusiastic but inexperienced gardener I take a keen interest in the front gardens I see on my walk to work. I’ve read that one way of finding out what will grow well in your own garden is to see what is thriving in other gardens nearby. That seems like a sensible notion. Read the rest of this entry »
There is always some sort of work going on. Read the rest of this entry »
The morning is a cliché. It is Monday, I’m tired, and it is dark and wet outside. This isn’t really great source material for a blog post. Nobody likes Mondays, and Garfield the cat has explored that concept more extensively and thoroughly than I ever can. There is nothing really notable about being tired in the morning, especially at the start of the week. Dark mornings are becoming the norm. Talking about the weather is pretty boring, especially this sort of weather. Extremes in weather aren’t much fun, but are at least worth talking about. This weather is just a blanket of mediocrity – grey, damp, tepid. Read the rest of this entry »