Yes, contrary to all expectations, there are, in fact, some books in the new 'partment.
And this rather fine lampshade (thanks, E & E; no thanks, spraycrete ceiling).
And the latest addition to the revolutionary cisternhood.
Not to mention the Rolls Royce of cheap fridges. Without the wheels.
Stay tuned for my next photo essay, "Greater Thornbury and Her Many Greek Pastry Vendors".
6 comments:
Hello Victorian Lexicon!
I hope the beagle does not take any unintended voyages. (The beagle of revolutionary cisternhood, I mean, not the lovingly-drawn black-and-white snoopy-beagle on the Rolls Royce of fridges.)
The entire wool spaniel household sends you lots and lots of love.
Is this the fridge that launched a thousand fellowships?
Glad to see you looking settled! Sorry we didn't have a chance to catch up before you left. Family, crazy business.
You have a beautiful bookshelf and I covet it.
Adrian, m'dear, it is a fridge stocked with a superfluity of cheap vegetables, a packet of chickpea and spinach sausages, and most of a bottle of curry paste. Family, I understand: I have some myself! I hope your mum's on the mend. Let me know if you get a chance to saunter south, and I'll whip out my best porcelain teacups.
Love right back at ya, wool spaniels.
Karen, you have used the word "covet" with thorough aplomb, and I am jealous in my turn.
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