Stained glass shadow in the lobby.
Rosemary in flower, looking bleached in the bright sunlight.
Flossie waiting for her walk, ball at the ready.
A hint of blue water butts with my (former - small repressed sob) allotment just visible through the park.
A bluish-grey smudge in the trees that turned out to be a squirrel, leaping seconds after I pressed the shutter. Numbers are increasing, despite the bloody war being waged.
Sky reflected in Flossie's river before she churns it all up.
A small blue bruise under my nail, the result of an over-enthusiastic leap by Flossie for the stick I was holding. My, a dog bite, even a completely accidental little one, is unbelievably painful!
And then there's the depressing conversation with the estate agent this morning, who admitted that no, nothing in my area was selling. In other areas, things were looking up. I must try not to feel blue about that.
Perhaps I should occupy my time with doing something about those disgraceful cuticles....