Edible letters too…

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.

10:00am

10:01am

10:02am

10:12am

10:22am

10:35am

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!

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!

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…

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…