Madness, I tell you, Madness!

They're burning their dinner outside again. Not unusual, you say? No but it's raining. He's under the oak tree. Perhaps he's hoping to bbq some pidgeon droppings. And then She keeps following me around with a camera. I've been here for five and a half years and she's only just realised that I don't like being photographed. Perhaps it's because she's never had a camera of her own and because it's her birthday tomorrow, she's now got one. I hope the novelty wears off. And I hope if she puts one of my pictures up here, it shows my best side. At least I've got one.