Septembers clichés. Autumn, summer's passed, winters approach. It's all true
Computers make us wait on purpose. They think we like staring at screens
Two cans of "wake-me- up" drink. The eyes say two days of sleep required.
An alcoholic popped in for a discussion on 'licencing hours'.
I'm nice to people; hoping they're nice to me! I think that's how it works!
Young lady with no bra on runs in from car. She'll regret that one day!
Don't listen to that doubting voice inside; you might believe it one day!
Man cups his hands; squints through showroom window and decides, they're too expensive!
Some people on their mobile phones speak so loudly; they don't need the phone!
Memories. A ring; clicking on a rolling pin, as mum rolled pastry.
Man pawing screen of coffee machine like kitten with soft fluffy ball
For something to be labelled 'art' it must have no purpose; just beauty
Lady in jogging attire, sprints from car to shop. Daily workout done!
Harrow-on-the-Hill. One of the many towns that London has consumed
Music goes straight to the soul but poetry goes in via the brain.
Rescued a moth from the coffee machine. Didn't know moths liked coffee!
I always have a tune going around my head. Sometimes one pops out!
There are people who seem to have all the time in the world - lucky them!
A conversation with someone in a helmet is impossible!
Even the man with the 'Aston Martin' buys a lottery ticket!
