Tiny Tuesday - "Sharp"

A rose by any other name would pierce that heart... well, not quite Shakespeare but you get the, um, point. Ahem. Perhaps Brontë got closer with "he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose"...

A sunny morning but my the wind is howling across the village. Just as well I changed that toilet seat last night - the council have just swapped out my bin for a far smaller one. We never filled the old bin but the seat wouldn't even have fitted into the new one. Thanks for all your comments for yesterday's blip. Of course, KangaZu got it right; my comfort zone is comfortably expansive.