A blog about things -- not necessarily beautiful -- that at least jolted me out of my tram-lined train of thought. They may be funny, poignant, disgusting or beautiful, but they will be personal. You, dear reader, may not give a damn about an image of a crisp packet at the edge of a river but I might think it so delightful that I cry with gratitude. And a few poems. A a book plug or two.
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Rain, rain down the drain
Littery drain Is that a beer can inside?
Cemerery drain Not clogged yet!
...though it may be soon.
This one will soon be clogged.
Two more drains by the cemetery gates. Did Play School ever go through the round drain?