Am I really me; or am I just being what you want me to be?
Some people fly to the moon and some serve petrol. We all do our bit.
A house fire and an abandoned teddy; dumped in a skip. A friend lost.
A swirling layer of mist, breaks, then releases rays of morning sunlight
Parking. "1 hour max. No return within 2 hours!" Time. "...Tick ...tock ...Tick ...tock".
Empty crisp packet blows down the street on a one thousand year journey
Man with a big car gets accustomed to standing next to petrol pumps
Your past friends only know the person you once were, not who you've become
Cars coming back from "vintage" rally. My childhood, there in front of me!
'Easy to swallow tablets' aren't really; not if they go down sideways!
Poppy. It's funny how the roughest patch of land brings forth such colour!
Jehovah's witness displaying in the high street; scaring people off
I have the eyes of a photographer and the soul of a poet
Go to open car door, fingers slip, bang head on corner of door - ouch!!
Young couple sat back to back on beach. Love so deep, they've no need to look
Truth's like poetry; and no one likes poetry; right? I'm not 'no one'
I haven't got a hang-over! No really! I have a summer cold.
What is the point of long shorts with socks that go right up to your knees - mmm?
Watching tennis, with a glass of Pimms between showers. How very British!
First thing this morning I was feeling alright. Where has that person gone?
