A Princess Prays

Hello, f-list. I burnt the dinner. I was cooking mince to make a pasta sauce and forgot to set the timer and, long story short, I am now full of takeaway lemon chicken.

What has been happening? The other day was apparently the City by the Sea's coldest day on record. So that was fun. And cold. I went for a drive along the beach road. Yellow sun, black sky, aqua sea.

A few days late, but here is Sunday's knitting photo:
( The thing about knitting sleeves in the round is that you can model them yourself )

I've had a note to do this for ages, so why not today? My walk home (or rather, between work and where my car is parked), in sound.

Quiet hum of office work, fading.
Distant hum of traffic getting louder.
"...screen dump. If I give it to the solicitor he puts it in the affadavit..."
Hard heels on a footpath.
Bus idling.
"... and, like, the Tyrells were all in there..."
A ball bouncing on a wall. Children laughing. Running footsteps.
Passing cars.
Thump and shimmer of a drum kit.
[shouted] "Yeah, see ya."
Footsteps crunching on gravel.
Jangle of car keys. Blip of a car lock. Clump of car door.
More cars passing. Trucks passing.
Slow beeps of the red traffic light man.
Birds tweeting.
Fast beeps of the green traffic light man.
Scuffling in a bag and the zip of the lock.