Battered

An old door in a car park in Harborne, as I was out getting my hair cut.

Next to me a van with the window partially open - only late did I notice the golden labrador as it launched itself at my face, barking and growling. Just to note, growling doesn't suit labradors.

A warm day in relative isolation, another week off work. Lots of knitting projects on the go simultaneously, and a bit of weeding calling to me.

Seeing the world on weekdays when normally I'd be at work is such a luxury. All the old people out on the High Street, the mums, the retired. A parallel universe to the one I normally inhabit. I wish I could be a part of it!