Sometimes I think my life is boring.
I took a teenager to the dentist and took a billion photos of the surf (will blog soon)
Loved a puppy (will blog soon)
Tidied the bombsite.
Ate special porridge.
With raspberries (will blog soon)
Stroked cheap new white-with-a-touch-of-grey doors.
Which may seem like cheap new white-with-a-touch-of grey doors to you.
Multiplied by ten actually weren’t that cheap.
To me they mean home.
And the more setting down of zee roots.
Decided to blog cheap white-with-a-touch-of-grey doors.
Confirmed my life is boring.
Decided to foof.
With shells and stuff.
In fact with more than one.
Was not bored.
Stuff the cheap white-with-a-touch-of-grey doors.
I’m blogging the foofing.
Your new little life on the beaches?
Your pointless foofing?
Your cheap white-with-a-touch-of-grey doors.
And then I remembered seeing this on the way to the dentist.
The little things.
The cheap white-with-a-touch-of-grey doors.
These are my big things.
The little things that keep me sane.
Well, on the outside anyway
What about you?
What are the little things that keep you sane in your life?
I wonder, do they include layering, pops of vintage blue and the stroking of Cheap-not-multiplied-by-ten-white-with-a-touch-of-grey doors?
a few more pics here, just click and scroll