Sunday, August 17, 2008


So it's 3:49am; a still night lit up by a full moon and I'm standing on the front patio in the moonlight soaking up the Lady's benevolence and...

...the dog walks under the sensor whilst picking her way back from having a piddle and the floodlights come on. What a mood killer, I may as well go back to bed.

Waste of good ambiance, that was.

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