Thursday, 24 December 2009

You see the strangest things

So there I was, gazing languidly out of the hole in the wall where I one day hope to put a window, and mused upon the meaning of life. Several bottles of Innis and Gunn helped build a vivid picture in my mind, of how one day, I might be rich and famous. And then something flew past.
'Pigs flying, how apt', thought I.
Thinking it would make a post for the blog, I took a picture of the next one as it went by.
By crikey, it's cold out there.

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