Often Licked...

Westdale Lane. Been meaning to blip this for ages. I go past two or three times a week on the way to the baths (and again on the way back, of course.) There must be seven or eight of them, in varying states of repair, parked outside this suburban house. This morning instead of coming back this way I caught a number 27 bus into town to pick up my new sunglasses - an act that seems more and more foolishly optimistic as the day (and the, ahem, Summer) goes on...