I am going to nominate fifteen minutes for the tumblr bad and boring blog awards. Seriously, these pictures are atrocious.
A hot air balloon flew right over my head – needling me, the bastards. We’ll see who laughs last…
Walking back, in the middle of the cycle path, I heard a discreet “ding”. I was unable to decide whether to move left or right which made the cyclist chuckle. We nattered all along the path that runs alongside the cemetery. He was on his way to work at the children’s foster village. He told me that all the animals they had there have been retired. My kids used to love that place to bits. There were sheep, llamas, pigs, goats, geese, rabbits and donkeys. We got rid of tons of dried old bread crusts there to the delight of the inmates.
Beware of children – indeed.
My cyclist friend was philosophical. He too is retiring soon and planning to retire to an island, live in a trailer and go fishing every day for free. Sounds like a plan – except for the fishing part. And the living in a trailer part.
Not too keen on the idea of being retired either come to think of it.