Bare-headed, seed-blown dandelion stalks, pale-lit against grass verge by early morning sun, appear somewhat ominous; an invasion of listening aliens from another planet.
The metallic, repetitive squawk of the pub's burglar alarm merely reinforces the impression.
Welcome back, I popped over a little while ago and thought you had resigned.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Not resigned so much as busy elsewhere and lacking the discipline, which I recognise is a Bad Thing
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