winter tree draped in hundreds of delicate sun-coloured lights

new microwave talls me my curry is ready - beep beep beep beep beep

two humungous bags of washing for tiny baby Maya

this new place

the cats spend longer periods away from the safety of under-bed dark

3am: Kitty finds my open kitchen window.

moving day for Fatty and Silver

only ten minutes from there to here - both cats yell all the way

roast potatoes. afternoon movie. naps.

Rosie doesn't like the snow: her front wheels spin spin spin

winter filigree

the world is smeared with white, each slender twig picked out in frost

Snow heiroglyphics

Mr. Blackbird has left me a message on my welcome mat.

the white stuff comes down fast and thick.
the evening shines an indigo light all about.

A pair of rooks fly by, and then two more.
The cresent moon and I stay where we are.

At this time of year

The queue stretches back from the post office hatch; a man near the back grumbles about those with too many packages. A notice asks us to be patient at this time of year: Graham can only work as fast as the computer system allows.

Moving day

Six carloads back and forth through the snow, my old life shed like a skin.

bye bye friendly robin

everything in boxes

just woken up: my murderous cat brings me a mouthful of feathers

good endings, new beginnings

in bed with Esther and the cats, we pull the duvet up underneath our chins

two cats on the bed and a lazy morning watching other people cook on the television

A day of house viewings (with animals)

One next door to a busy vet.
One next door to a dog grooming parlour.
One surrounded by alpacas with liquid eyes and curly mops.

dull office, bright outside

look up: the sun will enter your eyes where they ache

a disappointing trip to a well known pizza establishment

the pasta is burnt and crispy, then the replacement pizza is little more than tomato spread thinly on bread

house hunting

before I've even signed the contract I've imagined a whole new life
the next day my brand new life is given to someone else instead

Brunswick park

People let their frisky dogs and toddlers off their leads.

He has a narrow black moustache and is dressed like a dandy. He speaks to one of his sales assistants on the phone and calls her poppet.

bored journey

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Jay in the tree. Squirrel in the hedge. Fatty on the desk in the way of the keyboard.

church

I can't tell
whether the bells
are coming from inside or outside the car

it's just me and the world
no
it's just the world

the joke enrages her, she leaves the room
to protect her tender, tender, tender parts