Check this mother out. New View From My Bed (taken whilst kneeling on the bed - this is London, remember; we have no space). I have cropped the drying rack, Cecilia Aherne novels and cakes out of the photograph.Photograph of garden taken from inside the shed. (Not a pleasant experience, but still.) I think the red thing is a Christmas tree stand, but I am not sure where it came from.
There is a plant behind the door in a laundry bag. Again, I am not entirely sure where it came from. What the pots are doing in the middle of the lawn I cannot say, but they can be moved and filled, perhaps, with a Playmobil hospital, a Lego garage, or a crop of broken Barbies.
It doesn't usually look that gloomy, come to think of it, but the weather is grey and flat today, and it makes everything else grey and flat even if it is usually Cheerful. Including me. I shall go and run for a bit and try not to fall over.
4 comments:
How wonderful to be able to walk straight out of your bedroom into the garden!
If I wanted to do the same, I would first have to clamber out of a window (and probably get stuck), slide down a polycarbonate roof and land in a rather inelegant heap on the decking.
Your way is much more civilised.
Ooh, I do like your drawers.
You cropped out the cake?! What's the matter with you?
Anxious: not so Great in the summer, when it is Impossible to leave the doors open unless you have a Gentleman Caller about the place to beat off intruders (and squirrels) with a roar and a shake of the fist.
Julia - so kind. For you, £15.
Red One: is that your genuine likeness? I cropped out the cake because (if I am to be truthful) it was imaginary. However, at a Dinner tonight, I was given a cake which was in fact like one enormous truffle the size of your head, and I ate it. Now I am having a crise de foie, as they say in Frenchland.
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