Monday, February 14, 2022

Clop, bye and blankets.

1. The clopping sound of a plastic packet blowing down the street.

2. Nick runs round to the other side of grandpa's car to wave goodbye to the children who are seated in the back.

3. The high wind has filled the house with draughts and this reminds me why we have so many blankets.

Morning, errands and entertainment.

1. I murmur an acknowledging greeting to a passing bin man. He is a well brought-up African and replies with eye contact and a warm 'Goo...