No, it’s not someone else’s post, it’s mine, the notorious night owl. Mornings are evil. So how did I come to take three nice pictures of morning skies, in the month of June, when nights are the shortest?
It’s simple–I was up from the night before.
My body clock is irrevocably broken.
They were snapped at the weekend or during a week I had time off work.
One day I was walking down a street in Manchester city centre and spotted this sign outside of a pub.
Why do people like this primitive type of humour?
I fail to see what’s so funny about comparing a husband to a child. A child at least needs looking after. A grown adult doesn’t. Pocket money! Does he not earn his own money? Why should women put up with this?
How is being single worse than this???
This is why LGBTQ+ people go “are the straights okay?” And they’re right.
The sexism is, of course, another issue. Don’t women go to pubs?
It was this one time it occurred to me–I wonder if a Lego wheelbarrow exists? So I ask my friend Google, as you do, and found out that it, indeed does. I like wheelbarrows and I like Lego, so you can imagine how pleased I was to discover this!
It comes with a shovel, hoe, two plants (the one in lower left corner that are out of focus) and a gardener, of course. I named him Herbert.
The place I got this gem from is One More Brick. Have a look, the stuff they sell is absolutely hilarious, in fact I made another purchase–but that’s for the next post!
The topic is “carts” and don’t you know it’s exactly the kind of stupid thing I like to take pictures of (in fact they’ve already featured on this blog). Though I like wheelbarrows better, I have more pics of carts. I see many abandoned shopping carts, or trolleys as they call them here, in my neighbourhood. I live near a Tesco superstore… but not all the carts I come across are from there.
Escaping to the park. Just like many of us.
Hiding in an alleyway. He’s up to some shenanigans, I bet.
This one got rusty, poor fellow.
I always use shopping baskets when I shop, never trolleys (I don’t think I’ve ever pushed a shopping trolley in the nineteens years I’ve lived in the UK). I’m a single girl, besides I don’t know if I’d be able to operate those things. I’d probably run someone down.
A simple title for a simple post. Following on from my previous entry.
I love my close-ups.
My internet was down from Saturday evening till sometime on Monday (I had to go to the office to work and when I got home it was fixed) so I couldn’t make a post on a Sunday as usual. I always work on the blog on Saturday night or Sunday and schedule posts for the week, so this just threw my whole routine out of the window (in addition to ruining my weekend). Anyway, all’s well now.