Ballet

Aah. Fuchsia!

I pass these little beauties twice a day.

They hang outside my front door.

Lets get philosophical.

Why do we ignore the beauty under our noses?

No! Not moustaches!! stuff on the doorstep. Home. Work.

The bumble bees sleep in these flowers. How FAB is that?

At work, it's dreary. Demolition at the old hospital and bits already dropping off the new hospital. LAUGH? I nearly started.

Good to see old friends though. Why didn't I realise how great they were before? Back to philosophy then.