Quick, quick, come and see – his moving – his moving … shocked me back into reality
It was an scorcher of an afternoon but I was/had to be in doors busy shuffling paper around rejuvenating our history. (Filing stuff!)
I was summonsed with great excitement by a young chap who wanted to feed this snail. It’s difficult to reason with excitement and exuberance but I and the snail were lucky enough to be abandoned as a frog appeared close by. He (the frog) must have a second sense as he quickly hopped it – not a metaphor, suspect he though he was going to be fed.
The view from my eye alone 