Those natural shots are always the best!

Ready for my close up!

It’s been somewhat of a quiet week at Breathe Towers. You see, round our way the powers that be spent much of the annual budget over the last twelve months it seems on fancy ornate brick footpaths, endless road improvement schemes all within a mile of each other (sponsored gridlock) and plush away days for pin striped executives. Thank heavens they didn’t have the misguided foresight when times were financially dizzy to invest in trips to Iceland to deposit large lumps of cash in unknown banking systems. Perish the thought that we should have had enough reserves of cash left to purchase things that we really need, like grit, or salt. Today I had been planning a trip to Brum, to enjoy a seminar by a particularly talented photographer from Australia called Tero Sade. However, in that it took three hours to do a ten to fifteen mile round trip, the other one hundred miles could only have been achieved with the aid of a jet pack. And so I sat for hours, in a queue of traffic, listening to the local radio station listing school closures, before deciding to call it quits and return for a good old fashioned fry up. As an aside, when you’re in a queue with nowhere to turn or method of escape, isn’t it amazing how many adverts feature the sound of running water? By the by, we used the time instead to practise a skill Tero Sade could never have even begun to understand coming from Tasmania, that of building snowmen. I’ve plonked Jack there to give it some scale. Not the largest example you’ll ever see granted. This afternoon I’m planning to go and dig up an ornate footpath or two, have the bricks individually crushed and use what’s left over to grit my driveway.