Everyone’s ‘Everyday’ is different. Ours is a mixture of dashing around, jobs, medicines, appointments, work, school – oh just stuff. This is part of my everyday – this is where I work. It’s a really ugly building (when directing people to it, the instructions tend to be, “come out the station and look for the tall, ugly building, we’re in there”) and against a grey sky it’s incredibly bleak. The doors are really heavy (known affectionately by those who work there as prison doors) and inside it’s a tad institutional in the corridors but against a blue sky, well, it looks quite stunning – I think.
I am not a morning person. To be fair, I’m not much of a night owl either. More a cup of earl grey with a biscuit around 10.30am kinda girl. So ‘Morning’ was quite a challenge for me because, believe me, morning is not really a photogenic time in this house. However, this morning, for some odd reason was different. After a very late one working (yes, proper working) due to the joys of school holidays and self-employment the Cheetah Keeper was up bright and breezy at ooh, about 6.20 which is usually a completely unacceptable time for me. We’re having a ‘do something less boring instead’ week for the children and trying to get them not to watch the TV or use the computer – so he was up and ready for action.
As I stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, I looked out the window and saw my ‘Morning’ Shots right there: