Sofas left on the pavement, that’s one thing. But half a sofa? Like the single abandoned shoe, what’s the story here? Was it just one hell of a party? Has it been sheared off, caught in mid-transition through a wormhole to another dimension?
The sign posted to the lamppost says ‘no fly tipping’. It’s irony, isn’t it. That bike’s been there for a couple of weeks now I come to think of it. And yes, it snowed last night, if only lightly. But the run of not having been near any since 21/1/13 is broken.
Thursday on Keighley Road is when the bin men come. Our neighbour was feeling ambitious this time round.
This is a rare ‘photowhack’: the one and only photo I took on a given day. That’s how exciting 21/8/14 really was.
Being 42 