what?

Mystery objects edge the beds in the walled garden.

good day

Scaffolding round last season's municipal displays, but the new playground squeals from every corner. Four kids perch in a tree like pigeons, one above the other. The crocuses are out.

sound world

February sun. Avante garde concerto of sonorous clanks of scaffolding poles, high piccollos of small birds, clatter of magpies, the steady insistent pulse of a lorry reversing and the bass thrum of the morning city.

dutiful

New graphic dog porn notices on the dog shit bins - designed to stop us ever picking up poo again? We do our duty however, using recycled biodegradable bags. January mizzles into February.