Its the where what we're at

UK. 

This green and pleasant land.

1975

I'm not American, but I have so much to be thankful for this weekend.

cos i love you 4 realz xxxxxx

Sunday. Awaiting the thunder storm.

Friday

Friday afternoon

Friday evening stuck in a cab in traffic

Friday evening Anzac bridge.

Yesterday it Rained.

And I need to polish my boots.

Sour Potential

Spring is coming, the lemon tree is covered in buds and quite often bugs.

Its peaceful and warm and I am starting to be happy here and maybe more settled.

There suddenly feels like there is possibility, but theres still a nagging doubt in the back of my mind.

I dont want to stay here but the longer I stay.....

I dont know where I fit.

Frank

My great grandfather was a sign writer at London Zoo.

There and here, lost and found

Two places I love with a passion with the knowledge that one day I will be torn between the two and having to decide on one forever.

I have a profound and acute sense of loss today, of time passed and childhood on the brink of ending, of the feelings of such deep love that it makes your heart ache and your head explode and tears flow so freely.

Of friendships and friends that are no longer alive. Good friends whom I miss so much. and should never have died so young. Theres so many things I want to share with them now and thank them for, because I'd have been in a very different place if it wasn't for them.

I'm not sad, I just ache.

Sometimes its good to cry.

I have to admit, I didnt take this photograph, its one of Alistairs, but it feels smells like spring is coming and I want to start swimming outside again.

Spring is coming

walking over the Anzac Bridge

Spring morning sun

A kiss for Auntie Anna

A BIG Kiss.

Handsome Stan

Emperors new clothes.

I thought Australia was supposed to be hot?

It rains here more than London and its flipping freezing.

PONG!

inky scribble in the city.

Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

Well then....

Shock and Awe.

Awaiting Stilton and bacon for dinner tonight.....

What names were you called? I hope they considered some good swear words.

Call back.. 'BERK!' my favourite, old school rhyming slang = Berkley Hunt.

I expect you to join me for my birthday cake shortly


xxx

Day and Night, Present and Past

Day on the Anzac Bridge, this morning.

Night from our roof, New Years Eve.

Its a shirt, not my Pyjamas

I dont wear pyjamas. The cake crumbs get caught in them.

This is a Hanger (geddit?) and home.

I've lowered the tone again, havent I..... I'll get my coat.