Baby, it’s cold outside. And this is what the little treasures had left on my car window this morning. I wonder how long before I’m getting rude words and pictures of willies instead of grinning faces.
15/365 A hairbrush bush
Today was my regular (ish) trip to the hairdresser. I came away with a haircut and some questions: How can there possibly so many different (expensive) substances to glue your hair? How can something be both blow dried and finger dried? Why is the music so loud? Why do you insist in painting bits of […]
14/365 Snow, what snow?
13/365 A mouse took a stroll in a deep dark wood
12/365 Paisley with a patterned sky
Somehow this afternoon, while I wasn’t going swimming with the rest of the family (lax topiary issues) I was to hang around in Paisley while they frolicked at the Lagoon. I spent a little while browsing the reading matter – and an abandonned Daily Record and some tourist leaflets for the whole of the west […]