wild streets

As I started out for an early morning spin, a nearby neighbour was just returning home from their Saturday evening. We exchanged a quick "Hi" as I whizzed past.

I'm not sure if it's a just past dawn thing, but people do seem to greet each other more in the early hours. I suppose it is a function of not so many people around. More wildlife than human today including a sparrowhawk hunting ahead of me along the hedgerow and an impressive squadron of swans flying noisily overhead.

Worth the time to stop and gaze and I'll pretend its not just because I'd just climbed a rather steep hill.

aspidistras, anyone?

What was I thinking yesterday? Staying in to watch shabbily constructed television? Writing an almost negative post? There must have been a temporary fault in my reality. Maybe its because I was abandoned yesterday evening whilst others took a sports car downtown for merriment.

Far more positively, alongside my lone rainy foot expedition to the Tandoori, through 90mph horizontal car-wash storms, I also completed a private project and have bundled it all off for its next stage in Germany. That's alongside the work project which is in its last stages too.

I also somehow clocked another couple of chapters for "The Square", although it seems to be accomplished in rather small units of time this year. Not quite Gordon Comstock, but parts of it have appeared whilst hanging around at bus-stops. The last piece I wrote featured the upper deck of a 137, so it is all getting a little weird.

I'll figure out how to knit it together. Once I've found a use for the secret underground elevator.