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Room with a view.
At the moment the sky is a beautiful blue and lots of fluffy white clouds, the clichéd idea of sky that water colourists give us but is actually rare.
There is a building site, too. Bright yellow painted cranes dip, dip, dip, all day, scooping up earth and rubble. After a while they take on the appearance of giant feeding birds.
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The view from my flat is a courtyard bounded by the white walls of the other mews flats, but there is a gap through which we can see trees and sunsets.
I was hoping to get some inspired ideas and views from TB er’ windows.
Come to think of it, it might be a good OWC at some future date.
Speaking of ‘wordsmithery’
I rather like wordsmithery.
I would love to visit, IG. Tris is still there, with a job at the Commonwealth Bank in Sidney.
The view earlier was grey wet tarmac with parked cars, like pets, obediently waiting for their drivers. No 6’s hasn’t moved for a week - must be away. No 8 is out. No 10 has a succession of expensive cars and I speculate on how he can afford them.
What I particularly noticed about him was his legs were really long! He was a tall robin. Usually the robins in my garden are short and squat.
The view from my window right now is of bright sunshine on the wall of the flat opposite, plus a wedge of blue sky. Birds are singing - mostly a blackbird.
Next to that the cotoneaster, it's branches wobbling in the breeze. There are still a few berries, but now all the thin stems are dotted with green leaf blobs.
Although I like the sunlight slanting into the space outside my window, I hate the reminder that the outside of the windows need cleaning to wash away the muddy spore-like blobs splattered by wind and rain the last few months.
Seriously, I thought bees didn't appear until much later. It's not even warm and the sky is grey with clouds...wot's going on?