Winning brekkie this morning!
Woke up for a 9am run.
5 miles.
Was hungry after it.
Ate this:
The egg was a bit over-done.
Over the years I have come to be a bit funny with my eggs. They have to be free range and they have to come from happy hens. I used to like them sunny side up but now I have them ‘over easy’. I used to like to see the yolk gush out when you slice through it with a knife, but now i don’t. I like it very soft and gooey in the middle but it mustn’t spill out all over the plate. The yolk mustn’t run past the circumference of the white part of the egg. It mustn’t have that kind of film of see-through goo over the yolk either. That turns me off.
As a result of my fussiness, I never have fried eggs in a restaurant. If I did, I would have to go in and cook it myself and chefs don’t really like people doing that kind of thing.
It was a winning brekkie all the same.
Conked out on the Circle Line…
Look at this pair!
They’re a bundle of laughs altogether!
I’d say they’re sleeping buddies; joined at the hip, they travel the length and breadth of London, dozing away on the tube… shur isn’t it grand for them! Yer man on the right is a close contender too I’d say, he’s about to drop off at any moment and the heavy eyes on him…
Snoring and slobbering and sudden head jerks, then waking and looking around, then settling back down to the slumber again… Round and round they go on the Circle Line…
Thats the Life!
Dogs of Gozo…
I love dogs.
When I was in Gozo I found myself taking more photos of the dogs than of the scenery. Most of the dogs used to hang out on the roofs of the houses and they would look down at you and give you a few barks as you were walking past just to show who’s boss.
Good Guard Dog - Angry Bark - Xaghra, Gozo
Dog at Dusk - Xaghra, Gozo
The envy of all dogs - Xaghra, Gozo
Best looking dog in the neighbourhood - Xaghra, Gozo
Feisty Dog from afar - Xaghra, Gozo
Cute little dog - Xaghra, Gozo
Dog on Balcony - Xaghra, Gozo
Dog on Balcony, Gozo
Dog on distant Roof - On way to Ramla Bay, Gozo
Clean up after your dog!
The Thames Seal…
This is another photo of the Seal.
I saw him the other morning at the crack a dawn again.
Seeing him is almost a religious experience I tellya… especially when it’s just me and him and we’re looking at each other in the peace and quiet of the morning.
Me looking at him and him looking at me.
Dog of the sea.
We dwell in two different worlds, yet our daily routines are entwined. I wonder where he is when the tide is out and he’s not on his wooden floating pallette.
I want to swim in there and go with him for some adventures under the sea.
I really wish I was a selkie…
The orange stripy caravan…
I wish I could escape my life and go and live in the orange striped caravan for a while…
All I ever really needed was a roof over my head…
Enough room to lay my head & fix my grub…
& some banter from the neighbours…
