On my way to work

In Nelson Street. the shutters have been taken off the door of the Golden Fleece pub.A heavy man and a lighter bloke are talking outside, looking as if they mean business.

At the Cross, I'm walking across the zebra outside the launderette without looking. because there are never any cars at that time. Then a woman in a car is shouting at me. I feel embarassed, eight years old again, and angry with her for shouting. Then my Reasonable Adult comes in and tells me that she probably got a fright, and it IS a good idea to look both ways at crossings.I wonder where it is that I go when I'm not paying attention. I wish I could remember what thought it was that I was having that made me forget road safety, but which I cannot recall one minute later.

In Goucester Street. the florist's is full of beautiful things! But in this shot, only reflections are visible. In the white doorway to the left, a little dog, somewhere between the size of a Jack Russell and a Beagle, is waiting, tongue lolling. hoping to be let out. Unable to get into the shop, he is trapped in halfway-hallway limbo.

At Slad road, I decide to use the traffic lights, and my wits at Beeches Green. In this way, two main roads are crossed without loss of life or equilibrium. A poster on a lamp post outside the Immaculate Conception church advertises a visiting Gospel choir on Friday night.

After the entrance to the doctors' and dentists' practices, I turn left to walk up my school driveway. The working day has begun.