Mmmmmm… breakfast.
Mmmmmm… breakfast.
Oh god; how do I kill all men?
There are times, listeningvtiv’lads’ on the train, that I really want to get out the flamethrower
Fish
Vespers
We had a very enjoyable Psychoanalytic Film Club this evening.
Lines
An obvious thing to do having gotten rid of the stands but a surprisingly audible effect
So, I finished the bar
Let’s all keep warm.
The whiskey shelf
Winter is in the air
The search for Grace
Time
AI created photo. I asked for Sigmund Freud sitting on a psychedelic toadstool 🤷🏼♂️
Nice memory of the summer.
Funny what gets thrown up by the light.
Sometimes I can’t see as far as I’d like to.
My great grandmother’s.
I wonder what she used it for?
Tile after tile.
@manton Used the mac version of the app for the first time. Seemed a bit complicated signing in - lots of window opening and competing requests - but now I’ve gotten here the view is lovely :-)
Now I’ve looked at the Bowie mural I’ve started to look at where it’s located.
I’ve been walking past this mural eight times a week for the past few years without really looking at it.
Going through stuff in the attic I came across two of these cups. We had a whole set of this ‘Haddon Hall’ pattern crockery at home. Nice to have this old friend in my hand again - for the umpteenth time.
There are days when a little company is all you want.
It’s 48 outside and the air is damp, so; the first fire of the season.
Starting to think about the shift into winter. I love this moment in autumn - the slow preparatory glide into stasis.
Just to have the delightful opportunity to do nothing but cogitate for a few months. To plan, to muse, to scheme.
I intend to hunker down.
