Green Door

marooned on the Hope Mills industrial estate, near Stroud.

Wow, busy day! I did not stop running from 7.15 am until I arrived (late) at my second job on the above estate. For some reason, the taxi rank outside Stroud Woolworths (now the 99p stores) was devoid of all life, and so was the station taxi office. Something to do with a large hole that is being dug in a nearby road, perhaps.So CleanSteve came to the rescue, and the aromatherapy students didn't mind my being late. It was a good session, as it turned out, and while I waited for CleanSteve to pick me up again, I snapped this house. I hope to get a better shot of the frontage another day, as it's a remnmant of a forgotten world, an architectural layer revealed behind the usual industrial untis.

Back home, I couldn't wait to see our cat Bomble. He'd been proper poorly this morning, unable to walk downstairs, disinterested in food. Steve took him to the vet's, where he was found to have infected lacerations, the result of a recent fight. Most of his old adversaries have popped their clogs, or moved away, but there is a rogue red male with a vicious streak, whom we suspect of doing the damage. Bomble has had an injection, and seems to be regaining form already. Let's hope he can stay out of trouble: he's outside now in the twilight, doing whatever cats do on summer evenings on a council estate.