Albert Street

With all the Ciglettes in tow, the final dash home from Friday after school activities was briefly interrupted to snaffle this one for the archives.

Spotted last week, I couldn't quite remember where it was, and the boys in particular had perked up from the hot car induced stupor. However, G is very nearly a teenager (at 9) and was aloof and disparaging of the whole enterprise. I think I should get her in touch with the graffiti artist of Wednesday and they can both call me a fuckin weirdo....

White pen on wooden door; the I is like a 1; magnificent swirly 's' tail and a faintly ridiculous halo.