Jade Green

I went to buy this morning's paper at ten o'clock-ish and the customer ahead of me was wearing pink flannelette pyjamas and a grubby white chenille dressing gown. I can't imagine doing that. I prefer to get dressed as soon as I get up, and even on days when I might have breakfast before showering, I can't imagine leaving the house and going to the shop undressed. Then again, to get the shop, I have to walk down a short street and cross a service road, both lanes of the highway and another service road; this woman drove, so she probably didn't feel so exposed.



Day 310. Keys, Day 311. Moon, Day 312. Storm from my office window, Day 313. Sheep bags, Day 313a. What a coincidence, Day 313b. Spiky, Day 314. Quite a grand staircase for a door that has no handle, Day 315. Inside my bedside lamp, Day 316. The split rock plant splits