The weather has been downright intoxicating lately. I took a walk into town yesterday and pulled off my coat before I had gone very far because I was too warm with it on. The sun was shining, the grass was green, the flowers were blooming, and the wind was behaving itself—mostly.
And yet it snowed.
Not much—just flurries, really—but it was quite odd to be walking down the street without a coat on because I was warm, just to have snowflakes alighting on my nose and eyelashes.
Also, this is the point where I realize that none of the pictures for the week have anything to do with spring or flowers or wind or snow or anything.
This guy always looks mildly skeptical to me. Whatever, Statue Man! Don’t judge me!
This is a tank full of shhhhhhhmelly stuff. Anaerobic Digesters are used to turn poo into power. True story.
I’m secretly terrified of bridges, but also fascinated by catwalks. I passed beneath this one every day for the past two weeks, and I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to walk on it or not. The struggle is real.
Apparently, I went to Canada this week. I didn’t really, but when I was digging through my wallet for bus fare money, I discovered that someone in York gave me a Canadian quarter instead of a 10 pence coin. I thought I had been jipped until I looked up the exchange rate, and 25c in Canada is worth 13p here. So I guess technically, I got a bonus–a bonus I can’t actually use, but whatever…
I call this building The Lighthouse even though I realize it doesn’t really look anything like a lighthouse. I suppose it looks more like a Dutch windmill without the blades. Please see paragraph E: “Things in my life rarely make logical sense…”
Him: “Did you steal the cookies from the cookie jar?”
Her: “Who, me?”