A quick post on the beauty that is everywhere…

I had to go to that Swedish furniture superstore yesterday. You know the one I mean, the one that sounds like ‘my ear’, or ‘gonorrhoea’, or even ‘what the hell am I doing here’. Actually thinking about it, going to the STD clinic is probably a more fulfilling experience that traipsing around a big one-way warehouse full of MDF and cardboard.

Now don’t worry I’m not going to go on about how annoying it is to have to walk all the way around the store just to get to the place where you are supposed to lift down your half ton purchase and then drag it on an uncontrollable trolley for miles to a checkout where the queues just stretch on forever. Neither am I going to go on about how fantastic the meatballs in the restaurant are, or even try to tell you why you should clear your own table after you’ve gobbled them down wishing you’d ordered the fifteen instead of the ten. I’m not even going to tell you what I bought. Although there was so much of it we had to take two journeys around the store and then have all thirteen huge and heavy boxes delivered this morning.

Let’s just say we have a project going on.

But I do want to tell you about the beautiful roundabouts (Yes, I know that beautiful roundabouts is an oxymoron) I passed on the way back from Warrington, the ones that had been seeded with wild flowers creating the most pastoral of circular meadows.

Someone in the planning office has a soul, and I wish I could shake them by the hand.

So I want to tell you how, when I saw them, I parked my car on that roundabout and spent a few hurried seconds snapping a few (two) photographs, much to the amazement of other motorists who had to swerve to avoid my car and my wife who spent those seconds trembling and sweating in fear.

I also want to tell you that I got away with it without police involvement and with no major accidents being caused by my actions (honestly officer) so - No - Harm - Done!

Dangerous?
Probably.
Risky?
Definitely.

The thing is that opportunities like that don’t present themselves everyday so you just have to grab them when they are there and just like that person in the planning office (who must have replied when asked how to spend the ‘tidy up roundabouts’ grant from the EEC said: ‘wild flower seeds?’) I grabbed it.

GRABBB!

We'll see...