Someone has left a lawn mower outside one of the houses along Llanbadarn Road. It’s an old kind, short and solid with a grass collecting jaw-like structure at the front. My father used to have one before he got a flymo. They’ve wrapped it up like a present in a black bin bag, so well that it’s shape is still distinct. They left it for the bin men to collect. They didn’t. So it still sits there. All wrapped up and nowhere to go. It’s been there for over a week now. A stalemate. An impasse.
A pair of reading glasses lay abandoned or dropped on the Prom just beneath the castle this morning. Their frames were pink.
I have a job to do this morning, an article to write. Onward.