The grass needs cutting...

Behold Conor's gardening shoes. Conor is my ex-housemate.

He has abandoned us and the current climate (weather and recession) to spend a year or so in Thailand to do as little as possible. I think he has the right idea.

When Conor lived here, he took on the responsibility of cutting the grass and these are the shoes he would wear. We cannot bring ourselves to remove them from the window sill.

The grass now needs cutting. Come home Conor, we miss you!