Whole new worlds of browning-knob science lie ahead.
Pricey new toaster just arrived, as a treat to myself. I may never be more middle aged than this.
“Why is that bit sore?”
Added a short Pilates session to the New Year Fitness Regime™️ yesterday and feel like someone spent all night flicking weird bits of my abdomen.
I would definitely read more of this mashup.
Or, potentially, the new gull-sized gap in my roof.
There’s a huge gull standing in a puddle across the street, just eyeballing me.
Excellent, a hailstorm has arrived just in time to test out my cool new roof holes.
The sound of bins being retrieved from their travels.
Definitely not ideal to hear debris rolling around inside the house in the wee small hours. Looks like at least a couple of tiles gone. Could have been worse from the noise of it.
Pretty sure the To Let sign next door will be attached to a different house in the morning.
Something down the street a bit just made quite an expensive sounding noise.
Slightly worrying roof sounds in the Big Wind.
Gulls stomping about in the snow, screaming for a fight.
Annoyingly, the thing I like most in this WIP shot is the texture palette 😅
The little kid that drives my brain is 100% going to sit looking out over the back of the sofa with a big mug of tea.
The gulls are out and bullying, even in the cold.
On the plus side: perfect for early morning garden coffee.
Woolly-hat-indoors weather.
Sometimes the thing you’re failing to write is just the background mood to something else you’ll fail to write in a better way later on.