the nearest Sunday to the end of the month

I only had a couple of semi-interpretationally-applicable pictures sitting around which could have been squeezed into the work photo club photo-of-the-month competition but they weren't particularly interesting. Despite not completing the more necessary tasks of the day until quite late on and feeling a little bit twingey after hoicking a few too many boxes to and from cupboards, floors, cars, trolleys and storage containers I'd spotted something I thought I could use a couple of streets away so trundled off at half past ten to get a few pictures of it when it was dark (though just beginning to benefit from a little moonlight) and quiet (though one passer-by did manage to time his walk past very well as far as making me look extremely suspicious went). This was a spare from the way home in case the others hadn't worked, though doing this sort of thing where one might be discovered by actual neighbours rather than random passers-by is somehow worse, despite it somehow being more obvious what I'm doing, if only because a camera is easier to spot when it's blocking the stairs rather than when it's almost hidden in the shadows beside a parked car.