‘Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, Your house is on fire and your children are gone. All except one, And her name is Ann, And she hid under the baking pan.’ – traditional nursery rhyme Until I searched on Wikipedia, I had no idea this had a second verse. It’s quite strange…
The Birks of Aberfeldy.
‘Today might be shitty, tomorrow might be shitty, the next day might be shitty… but who’s to say that one of the next days won’t be the best day of your life?’ – Benjamin A. Collier
I hear you knocking…
‘There’s real life for you, embodied in that little cart. The open road, the dusty highway, the heath, the common, the hedgerows, the rolling downs! Camps, villages, towns, cities! Here to-day, up and off to somewhere else to-morrow! Travel, change, interest, excitement! The whole world before you, and a horizon that’s always changing!’ – Kenneth… Continue reading #145: Classic car
It may be a coincidence, but I prefer to think the dresser of my local charity shop window has a wicked sense of humour…
Blossom in my garden.
‘He always thought a muse should be sex on legs.’ – Lauren Beukes, Broken Monsters
