Green lips

We went for a long evening walk that took in the man made lake near where we live. For some reason a clump of trees on one bank is lit up which produces a rather lovely effect. Green lips. A big nocturnal kiss in nature’s finest colour. Spectral smooch. 

A busy day clearing the kitchen and buying paint, putting up blinds and general cleaning. Not our usual cultural Monday but you can’t win ‘em all.

On which subject, a joke for you. Boris Johnson is having Number !0 decorated but it won’t cost much. The only paints being used are Dulux shades of Sue Grey and Total Whitewash, sealed with a limp apology.

I hate this government. They are, as they say in my home turf of south London, ‘avin a larf …