On the way to work today, on the Playhatch/Sonning roundabout, was a door. A large, red, front door, standing upright in its frame. Through its letterbox protruded a newspaper, on its doorstep was a bottle of milk.
Just sitting there, on the edge of the roundabout. I don't know who put it there or why, but I approve.
I've just been to have my tea and evil-on-toast, and it seems work's kitchen is currently stocked with rather nice multigrain bread. County Pride, it is (thanks to
beckyl for pointing out that I can't read - Country Pride just seemed much more likely), and in a nice dark blue bag.
Which says, in neat script "bread of the moment".
I feel so much more fashionable after my breakfast. You won't catch me eating it next week, though.
Just sitting there, on the edge of the roundabout. I don't know who put it there or why, but I approve.
I've just been to have my tea and evil-on-toast, and it seems work's kitchen is currently stocked with rather nice multigrain bread. County Pride, it is (thanks to
Which says, in neat script "bread of the moment".
I feel so much more fashionable after my breakfast. You won't catch me eating it next week, though.
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Date: 2003-10-06 06:23 am (UTC)It was there last week, too. Can't remember what day it appeared.
I was wondering whether it would be artistically valid to dump three free newspapers and half a ton of assorted flyers on the "inside".
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