Sunny weather; Hastings is geared up for the great May day celebrations with Mad Jack Morris and dancing in the streets.
As for me? I am hanging out my laundry. And the fox is keeping a watchful eye.
My back is still playing up and it is a victory (of will over matter) to even make myself bend down to empty the washing machine. Let alone hang the stuff on the line.
My reality is fractured in so many ways both internally and externally.
Fox. Sheets. A reflection in the glass doors of me in my most sexy and alluring sweater; the one I seem to live in these days.
I like the multi exposure image because it reflects how I feel at the moment. So much is going on; yet nothing is happening – I’m flat on my back in bed for no good reason. When I should be dancing.