While I was going thru shots of Oxford yesterday, in the next room I heard my husband, Mr. Dot, for some reason, playing this song:
Which kills me every time. Oh by the way I shot this while shooting the previous posts ('squatters' riots') Which I predict will become, like my jump shots, a series in future posts.
Isn't it strange, sometimes, how you can look in one direction and it's one mood, and turn around and it's a totally different world? Almost another country.