I can watch, and hope, and pray that you like this daydream.
That I made just for you, handsome.

he's a newbie. i'm still trying to think of a name. i'm considering my mum's suggestion:
Moulin, parce qu'il est rouge.

upon the ground, all cradled in grass.

well i didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by.
saw what i'd done - he'd set up a nest outside
and he sang about what i'd become
he sang so loud, sang so clear
i was afraid all the neighbours would hear.

so i invited him in just to reason with him.
i promised i wouldn't do it again.

but he sang louder and louder inside the house
and now i couldn't get him out.
so i trapped him under a cardboard box
stood on it to make him stop.
picked up the bird, and above the din
i said "that's the last song you'll ever sing".

held him down, broke his neck.
taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget.

winter's cold is too much to handle.

the bats have started to come out. sometimes they blanket the sky together and sometimes they sneak off one by one, but they never ever fly close enough to touch.

LONDON, DAY TWO

White Christmas

Well, it was close enough anyway. It felt cold enough to be a white christmas. There was a majore treffic jam on the island (quite rare, you see), as everyone tried to get to the morning mass for christmas. it was adorable though, the sense of community was lovely =)

i'm sorry

this photo isn't mine; i got it from ..etc. i adore it, such.

i've been in oyonnax, a little town in france since monday. i'm really really unhappy with myself in that i have not taken very many photos at all. needless to say i left the device with which i transfer my photos from the card to the computer in ireland, i think. so. i go to paris on friday and promise that i will not let you down with photos. even in oyonnax. from here on in. photos galore.

perhaps that's why i haven't been myself lately .... lack of photography?

or perhaps, results. tomorrow; all excuses disappear ^^

in the mean time, tell me something about yourself, and read this ... as i will be updating, finally.

biiisouuuuxx.

she sells sea shells by the sea shore

grandad had something sad to attend to today - a wake. i did not know the man so i politely excused myself for the half hour and took some photos by the beach. it wasn't so cold today, because the sun was out for once. it was nice, i could take off my top jacket. the beach smelled a little funny because of a ccertain level of pollution. but the scenery was nice :) i'm dying to get closer to the birds.

meanwhile, i sleep

the snow only ever falls when i'm sleeping. and even then, enough only to barely cover the grass. meanwhile, i can see it absolutely blanketing the mountains just across the water. it's sad, really. i can see, but i cannot touch! the animals are grateful, i think. they are forbidden from entering the house and therefore thrive on the sun that is here for such a short time each day. that's why i shower them in warm cuddles :)

it feels soft under my fingers

the animals here are gorgeous. there are two cats - one as timid as an italian grey hound named toby, and the other so cuddly you can't resist an early morning ventur into the cold wind to say hello. there are two dogs, also. they're both so energetic, and the eyes of the eldest just beg you to run around with him. i manage for a minute or two, before i retire to the warmth of the house, sitting by the fireplace.

the lighthouse