down the dark dark street
I live in Sheffield in a little house on a little street full of very cool shops. There is a barbershop in the front room. It's not mine. My blog is named after Funnybones. I like reading books, restoring old furniture, cooking, taking photographs, old things that are beautiful and gin.
Another terrifying Freecycle request.
It just makes me think ‘serial killer clean up’.
Lil’s lunch.
Hand painted teapot and milk-jug, Yorkshire tea and bread from Seven Hills Bakery in Sharrow Vale Road.
Students chattering outside Rhythm and Booze, no sign of Disco Tramp but others are sitting on his bench.
Next door playing the jazz flute, or perhaps it’s just the recorder again. Over and over.
The passage door slamming shut because the boys from the restaurant are playing musical chairs again, endlessly moving and stacking them.
Four girls and a boy are repainting the empty shop over the road in a turquoise blue, posing for a ‘before’ photo with their arms linked all around each other, looking happy and excited. One of their dads holds the ladder while they paint the top of the sign and they keep laughing. Wonder what kind of shop it will be?
The house is filled with warm clean smells of drying white sheets and weekday clothes and pea and mint soup on the hob, fresh air blowing through because the heating is on.
Waiting for my love to finish work for kisses and sleeping. Sunday night feeling, clean pyjamas, clean sheets and newly painted fingers and toenails.
The only thing better than celebrating mediocrity is celebrating mediocrity 23 years on…
Happy Christmas, Happy Eid, Happy Hannukah.
Welcome to Sheffield. All religious denominations possible are welcome and will be celebrated in lights.
Space invaders in the Porter Brook at the snowy entrance to Endcliffe Park in Sheffield.
Is your back garden missing a well-used, faded bouncy castle with a Stephen King’s IT-like face leering over the top? Search no more. See Jon.
Interflora of the north. I have never seen this place open.
Sharrow Vale Road, Sheffield.
The pain of knowledge is the price of experience
Sheffield, July 2010
Toilet scribble in the Dog and Rainbow, Sheffield.
