Contrasts

Why on earth would someone post a blip of an offensive corner between two buildings in central Edinburgh today when nature is resplendent in the sun with a dazzling display of russets and gold on the trees and grass sparkling with dew?

Why? Because sometimes the impact on the eye of a cameo of imperfection, vile textures and general decay decrees documentation which I can then dismiss as I wonder at the beauty outside the window.

Our book group takes it in turn for someone to recommend a book, and as luck would have it my turn is next.
Having been too busy knitting bears, rabbits, jumpers and a myriad of other distractions deemed by me more important at the moment than reading, I had come armed with the only book I thought of enough weight to satisfy the avid readers within the group. I hope 'We are all Completely Beside Ourselves' by Karen Joy Fowler, which was listed one year for the Booker Prize, will satisfy them. Please let it be so, although I am prepared to be shot down in flames next month.

It should be noted that the lime drizzle cake served last night with yogurt and mango was delicious.