“I do not care to know that. Kindly vacate the street.”

Still scares the hell out of me now. It’s them all standing there at sunset, with that haunting two note flute sting. Reminded me of Quatermass as a kid.

Birds Eye Supermousse

Oh that’s helpful at least. I really hope I didn’t come over all mansplainy.

With my mum, musicals seemed to help. Seeing her on Christmas Day watching White Christmas, she was mesmerised. Of course, may have been a different strain of dementia that she had, but it’s maybe worth exploring.

Beautiful city. And just across the bridge from where I am.

You mean you can see it too? Oops.

Oh, and well done x

It’s okay, I’ve found it.