Seat Of Honour

I was too timid to ask for a pic of the two young women standing silently side by side holding up copies of The Watchtower in a local reserve, so instead it’s Slurp Slurp. Today, unusually, it was a man making the dumplings. The French bulldog and food delivery riders are a constant.

I passed yesterday’s blip this morning. Someone was sleeping, the bin and flower bucket near his head, the yellow cushion at his feet.