Trams

This morning I am faced with the choice of proximity to urine-stench man or man-who-likes-morning-paint-sniffing. Thankfully I've found a happy medium position where neither odour overpowers.

Yesterday I stepped back in fear as the No. 1 Royal Tram hurtled towards me at high speed, looking like it might derail. I think the driver particularly enjoyed fanging Our Majesty's tram.

Next stop.

Mini Post 008

Oh domestic bliss! How quickly you unravel!

I'm surprised I haven't mentioned it yet, but I've been living sans-antidepressants for a few months now.

Woohoo: evolving human.