This evening The Boy and I looked up to see a snail proceeding at some speed down the outside of the front room window. Sadly, I wasn’t able to get a decent shot of it. I haven’t spend enough time trying to take low-light shots. However, the results are quite interesting.
I just wasn’t able to focus on the chap or chappess – but it was ‘motoring’. It was most disconcerting.
[I mentioned to my Ma this weekend that I rather liked snails, but couldn’t stand slugs. She suggested that I should think of slugs as “poor snails without homes” – hmmmm]
The ladder to the techno-garret was mended on Friday, only to go sproing again on Sunday. Mortifyingly, probably because I’m too heavy for it.
This means that I can’t upload my photos. That’s not too much of a disaster, as I really don’t seem to have my photography ‘mojo’ at the moment. I think I’ve spent too much time looking at the work of people I admire and comparing myself, rather than just relaxing back and enjoying myself.
My pal Dr Bones
has been calling me ‘Tiger’ recently. I find this rather funny as I HATE tigers. I think they are MEAN. The Boy
tells me that this is illogical as I like i) lions and ii) dote on domestic moggies (which are scaled down tigers). Bones must see the man eater within or something!