Wednesday, September 05, 2012


































Every window tells a story.

On the pavement on the far side of our hedge a woman with children passes. "We've got  all our eyes and arms  and legs. We should never complain," she tells her children. It takes me a moment to realise that she must be talking about the Paralympics.

We call in a neighbour who is nibbling something out of a brown paper bag. "What are you eating?" we ask. "Bird seed." Isn't that for the birds? "Yes but I like it."

2 comments:

marja-leena said...

I like the window image! And glad to see your blog looks normal again.

Plutarch said...

Thanks, M-L I am afraid photographs further back in the archive are still corrupted. There appear to be have other instances of this on blogs as far as I can see unexplained. I would love to find a geek who could get to the bottom of it.