weekend visitors are suspicious of me.
If I was old and hairy they would be less so.
mention when they "go home" in an attempt
to find out if I have one. Although it's possible
this is just my paranoia.
saw a child dressed as a pumpkin this morning.
On closer inspection it turned out to be an old
woman carrying an orange sheet that was billowing
in the wind.
asked for a sandwich on brown bread. "Ooh
we aint got nothing brown" they said.
resident duck is called Mr Quackers of course.
like there to be a Jemima around somewhere too.
I saw, 23
I saw on my way to work this morning:
boy with a beard in school uniform.
Two school boys concentrating intently on the
road sweeping vehicle and getting very excited
when the brushes scooped up a substantial bit
of booty. The man driving the machine ignored
them - as if embarrassed and unused to receiving
A sign to the canalboatpeople saying "STOP
- moor your boat here until this sign changes".
I think it was because the river is so high that
the boats wouldn't fit under the bridge - unless
the sign is on a diet or a lifestyling course
and just wants people to notice.
A man cycling illegally over the bridge - I do
this most mornings but it was nice to have a partner
in my crimes.
fading like the Autumnal Leaves, 18 September
crave the solidity of bricks and mortar
and city people who are living in their actual
rather than playing house in these tin boxes
that make the rain rattle so loudly on the roof
it keeps me awake all bloody night!
I heard a herd of geese flapping
and gaggling past the van
with loud voices
and big wings
They're heading to pastures new
The humans are still clinging firmly to their
Their odd toilet habits
And their specially made small appliances
Perhaps we should take their hint?