urning a living...

playin' with the fishies

Playing footsie

Jewels..

...no pun intended...

Awww...pretty....

fading...

but still here...

The end

of the bedroom.

Hands are rubbish. Making art with machines...

...and that'll just have to do.

This is the very pleasing roofscape that I look out on most Wednesdays from the 4th floor.

Pot of gold at favourite caf.

By the wardrobe...

What's in the box?

Fabric cut..

Shelf life

incomprehensible to the untrained eye, I KNOW, already!

but I like it. So there! (get it?) (glasses on....)

rescue remedy

A bit of wot i did

It ain't necessarily so...

Jus' sittin'...

gimme a 'J', gimme a 'G', gimme a 'W'

...see 'em?...

berdee

Scrooch!

How are we to live?

..Ethics in age of self interest...Peter Singer....

grateful for the little sparks

it'll pass

tchah! pipped at the post as I was about to edit!!

oh! ju-ju...

honest guv! I 'aven't been on the turps (hic) or anyfink

(West of the Pacific,do they know what 'turps' is???...)

all wrong

colourful' s not the word...

(get it?)

(Tch! I'm a child today!)

seven days of secret thoughts - 7

one day...

seven days of secret thoughts - 6