Having a week or so between a trip and really looking through the photies is something I might have to do again. It’s full of surprises and springback action memories.
If someone from another planet looked through my pages it must look like I live in a world of low light and splashes of colour. The poor buggers must be spinning their globe of the earth wondering where the hell it is I hang out while their mum shouts over her shoulder “He’s either always running late or it’s all ‘shopped”.
Bloody aliens, I’ll show them.