Strange fruit

Went to the theatre this afternoon to see the Roger McGough version of The Misanthrope. Very funny it was too, and clever to boot. Then back to mum's place where I took this one in the garden.

The space hopper has been there for a while now: not growing, but slowly deflating over the years. It still has the weird face on it though if you look closely at it: that same grinning expression which seems a bit more disturbing the more emaciated it becomes.

Other than that, spent the evening chucking out old stuff. Sorting, boxing and binning.