For some reason this looks and feels like a collage. The streak of the bus in the background and the overlay of the reflected lettering on the guy’s head are what make it, I think. The whole thing seems to sum up my Monday night, anyway.
These two certainly look like they’re having a jolly time on their respective Saturday lunchtimes in Hebden Bridge. But perhaps they just feel about Halloween much the same as I do — it’s intrusive and over-the-top, and we could probably do without it.
Uneventful Sunday due to having to work, after which the in-laws came round and took us out for dinner, which was nice. Here we study the menus attentively although four of the five diners all ate the same thing anyway (roast lamb). And very nice it was too.
Being 42 