Parklife

He gets up when he wants, except on Wednesdays, when he gets rudely wakened by the dustmen. He puts his trousers on, has a cup of tea, and he thinks about leaving the house. He feeds the pigeons, sometimes feeds the sparrows too. It gives him an enormous sense of well-being.
(To not-quite quote ‘Parklife’ by Blur.)


In other news, I knew you’d get me through yesterday. Thank you; you’re a lovely lot :)

After parkrun (hot and slow), we had to have some more tea loaf because the only available plastic box that was tall enough wasn’t long enough. The sacrifices we have to make ;)

Oh, and check out the extra. Coincidentally, Mr Pandammonium saw it somewhere on the internet yesterday.