Loquation loquation loquation -a moving cover story.

From Prunus (pictured) to Eucalyptus (Same picture) the magpies (Specks in same picture) are leaving the nest before laying. Unusually no jokes are uttered about you not having gone to Specsavers as the joyous couple are only visible to those cognitive in black and white to paraphrase a bit of green baize memorabilia .

There lies the plot above the lower raised bed giving me an opportunity for Verity, gravity and sincerity - as near as makes no matter, dark or otherwise. Am I round the corner of the picture yet? Almost.
Perambulating attached to the granddaughter's pram opens up a new world if you are brave enough to take it on. Kerbs and way over the edge parking are more noticeable. Maybe like the prams the cars are bigger and owners think that there will be less chance of a scratch as a result of pavement rage than from the more mobile engaged mirror image thoughtless drivers speeding in residential areas.

Even parked cars, in newly built off-the-road driveways because of curbs on parking, seem to jut out more than they used to. I'm not just talking about the big-assed Renaults they used to make. Without a word of a lie one not quite sensibly parked van owner on my usual route had pre-laid a carpet out to cut it out on the pavement ahead (It is the relatively dry South East).

Perhaps he was advertising his wares to the people across the road who are either waiting for the Council to take away their 3-piece suite or for the temperature to rise before making themselves comfortable. Perhaps he chose to not notice us or maybe he didn't notice us. I checked for oncoming vehicles. To avoid a pile-up I had to perform a two wheel wheelie (honestly!) I couldn't bring myself to say ('really!') to get past.

Despite being on the wagon I proceeded carefully just in case he was using his carpet grippers as a Stinger device to deter pushy parents. I chose my words carefully. 'If that were a red carpet I would of course have gone straight over it.' I said. 'I wish I had a pound for every time I heard that one' was his reply. 'Not that I could tell as I'm colour blind.' He added. He was too young and his carpet was too small for me to offer him half a crown so he could clean it.

With 1001 things to do I wasn't in a position to continue with further unappreciated aisle rolling jocularity. I returned to four wheel stability hoping that the small static charges generated by his carpet would increase exponentially with the Cruella De Vil lookalike traffic warden dressed in magpie black and white edging ever closer in his direction.

Okay the point got moved but it was still well made.