A vortex of leaves chases down the verge after a lorry passes
It's really not my eyes. I'm at that age where my arms aren't long enough!
Millenials and their mobiles! Will they ever be separated?
Must be my age; I worry when I see kids with their laces undone
Computers; now there's a genie that won't be going back in the bottle!
Moths repeatedly crashing into streetlights. Mans unnatural sun
