Because even though it’s only 10 minutes from Victoria we see green every day.
Which means popping out for a pint of milk is a simple pleasure.
And for some strange reason we are surrounded by huge Laburnum trees with their evocative smell that lingers everywhere: Our equivalent statement scent to orange blossom.
And we get to walk past this to and from school each day.
And disappear in it.
(an attempt at a panoramic shot. Needs practise)
And we can decide whether to cheer George and his freedom on..or commiserate with the obvious unrequited love of his owner. Hell, I’m not sure if I saw a furry animal of this size my first thought would be ‘Guinea-pig..must find owner’..
And the playground on the Common becomes our in-child-care-hours Office. No computers allowed.
Until a certain person (Charlie) knocks over all the squash..or someone (all of them) needs a wee..And it’s time to go home.