The river at the bottom of the road...

... yet again, with subtle differences of processing. It was this or a shot of Enya exchanging flirtatious banter with the postman just as I was walking past her house, or one of said postie against the railings (sic). #2 daughter is home from uni for the weekend to celebrate her little bro's 19th birthday tomorrow, and all she's done is sleep and eat to excess... Now she's driving to a friend's with a bottle of wine and a head full of giant rollers in true Liverpool style. Just needs the pyjamas and fluffy slippers... oh wait, yes!