Another Balcony View

I opened my balcony doors and sat in the sunshine this afternoon. Our communal gardens are looking so lovely. Each ground floor flat has it's own patch of garden, still looked after by the gardeners, although these residents are free to add pots, plants, ornaments and even solar lights.For my extra, I have found a picture of the old perming machine which looks terrifying. There was a wire that plugged it into the overhead light socket. It was the beginning of the 50's that my mother's hairdresser still used it. I suppose it was because of WW2 that she didn't upgrade. Also she was an elderly spinster whose fiance died in WW1 so must have learned her craft in the 20's