Had to go into work first thing this morning and walked forty minutes home in this sticky heat. Felt a few drops of rain as I checked on my potatoes in our communal garden, and brought the washing in.

Wife: “That’s not our washing!”

Grand Canyon sunset silhouette 📷 35 years ago.

Silhouettes of two people are seen against a vibrant sunset sky.

Algae gather 📷

A pile of algae dredged from the water is situated on a pathway beside a canal lined with trees.

Equal 📷

Auto-generated description: A red sign humorously suggests that buying fish and chips is similar to buying happiness.

No idea what this is or was eighteen years or so ago. But it’s texture 📷

Auto-generated description: A rust-colored, textured curtain with a pattern of vertical streaks and darker horizontal patches fills the scene.

Council have confirmed the source of the noise pollution is a broken acoustic barrier and have written to the landlord requesting repair.

It’s been a very noisy and smelly morning. Reversing forklifts, car alarms, barking dog, pneumatic drill. Now it’s the fucking ice cream man doing his rounds (mate, the kids are all at school). To top it all off, we had the delightful petroleum aroma of our local asphalt recycling plant drifting in on the prevailing wind.

Warmth 📷

Sunlit green leaves with varying shades create a vibrant and natural scene.

More bricks.

A brick wall displays a varied pattern of yellow and reddish-brown bricks.

Coot Jesus.

A bird stands on a patch of algae in a reflective body of water with parts of a boat and structures visible in the background.