Not casing the joint yer'honour

It had been one of those days at work where you feel you need to clear your head and come back to it. The only streets available were ones I'd trod many times and, as the sun set, I was less than convinced any pictures would catch my eye. So after staring at tree stumps and shop fronts, Ispotted the shapes from a set of security lights. Fortunately, no reports yet of a strange woman looking oddly at everyday objects.