Warm weather came make the liveliest of us a bit sleepy in the afternoon.
Fox napping
Afternoon Naps
Summer Night
NotCat plus Summer equals Very Happy. I don’t think Cecil B DeMille need have worried had I been a contemporary, but I enjoy these little home movies.
You Will Remember
Aunt forwarded some post she found in Mother’s room. One letter is from the dental practice.
“Dear Mrs X,” it begins, “you will remember…”
Somehow I don’t feel too much faith in these people understanding my Mother’s needs.
Night Time in the Garden
Poor NotCat; the warmest day of the year and he has spent most of it indoors. I don’t yet trust him to be outside alone all day and I was out at work. Then I came home, he enjoyed a cuddle and less than an hour’s freedom before he was confined again, so now he is ninjaing about and I’m outside too, keeping him company.
The rest of London is downing Pimms, white wine and lager like there’s no tomorrow. Not all in the same glass of course. Though there’s no accounting for tastes, so I expect that would be someone’s idea of a nice cocktail.
Every bar we went by was full.
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May Evening in the Garden While the Fox Watches
Spot the ears.
Spot the Odd One Out
I was in the West End today and the whole place has gone flag and bunting mad. I was in a bit of a hurry so couldn’t take the photographs I should have liked, but thought you might enjoy this little gallery of flags from today and recent weeks.
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- Home Flags
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- Three Pennants
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- Red Duster
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- Regent Street
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- Wind Indicator and Lifebuoy
Maybe you can spot the odd one out.
The Night
I am using the prompt from Julia’s page, but again not linking my piece back there. If you want to know more about it, look here.
An owl hooted softly in the dark. Something rustled in the hedgerow. James sat on the old swing, moving it gently back and forth with his feet. A bat flew so close he felt the air disturbed by its wings on his face. He leant back, inhaling the smells of his parents’ garden.
The back door opened quietly and someone stepped outside.
James heard the rasp of match. Andrew’s face was illuminated as the flame flickered before he extinguished it. The glowing end of the cigarette moved across the garden.
“The doctor’s given her morphine. She’s peaceful. It won’t be long now.”
Puss and Phone Box
Just across from the chapel, this cat was having a good mooch around the hedge by the phone box.
St Etheldreda’s Chapel
Last time at das Boot I stopped at a village I sometimes drive through. If it had a village shop still, it would be perfect.
I visited the chapel. It was delightful from the outside.
One of my great aunts was christened Margaret Beatrice Etheldreda. She was always known as Tup, short for Tuppence. As the youngest daughter, my great grandfather called her his tuppenny bit.
The chapel was delightful on the inside too.
I loved its plain interior. The simplicity of the font.
Reach for the Sky
A photo from the City that I took at lunchtime yesterday.
It is Richard Rogers extension to the Lloyd’s Registry of Shipping. I have posted other pictures of the older building before. I find both wonderful in entirely different ways.
Reach for the Sky
