Twinkle twinkle

Was sitting out in Cosmo tonight to take a phone call, and I sat so long that as I sat all the lights came on round about me.

The garden still smells like cut grass, and despite me now knowing that the smell is actually the smell of anguish from the grass, it smelt like early summer.


Sitting there in the relative warmth, I could hear loads of honking so I stepped out and watched in wonder as hundreds of ducks or geese went flying past.

I’m not sure about you, but whilst we are all staying within the confines of our gardens and grocery stores, I think that the animals do seem to be making the most of the extra peace and quiet