The view from here

There is a wonderful meadow near where we live, in fact considering how close we are to London we are surrounded by green parks and meadows. I once looked at a map of North London and could not believe the difference in green space between north and south, so I have gravitated further south with each move.
The dog is not too good when let of the lead and tends to do a runner, quite literally forgetting to stop, that, and his inability to contain his desire to be adopted by every passing dog walker all of whom he lusts after greatly, which of course never goes down too well with said dog walkers dogs, who then get snippy, at which point he then decided to chew their face off the dog not the owner! Suddenly he does not look so friendly and I the stress of seeing his admirers faces turn to sheer panic and that generally means he stays on his lead.
We then discovered this patch of scrub land which is in fact the north end of our local park, it has a small area that's enclosed and we have bravely allowed him some free running time. Leyla is great, she plays hide and seek with him which since he is a) stupid b) blind and c) has a crap sense of smell she finds great fun. He sadly rarely gets to find her, the only clue you can give him is to call him. She wisely taunts him with a branch, most dogs like to eat a treat, his treat is to eat the tree. However it is exercise for both of them. I thought having stood guard at the gate it was time to take some photographs . My favourite Lucien Freud quote is
" I always think that 'knowing something by heart' gives you a depth of possibility which has more potential than seeing new sights, however marvellous and exciting they are."
Which was the case as I stood and watched for a while, after 3 days I began to see things I had initially overlooked and so hauled my macro lens along. Butterflies are everywhere at the moment, as many as I remember from my childhood which has to be a good thing. Sadly the weather is not quite as I remembered as a child but that's memories for you. My mother is already forecasting gloomy skies for the holiday, I have never known anyone so ridiculously pessimistic about the future, why bother? Live for the day and enjoy the place, do we need it sunny? I am fine either way.

I am would you believe at work still. Although we broke up last Friday I have been dropping Leyla off at her crammer school, which bless her she loves and then coming in to work. This is not as altruistic as it sounds, I was woefully behind with my planning no thanks to you lot, and since there is a new Head Teacher on his way I have a feeling we will be cascaded on from high with paperwork next year, so I decided to plan as much as I could, thus freeing myself up for some painting next term!
The rest of my life appears to disappeared into a blurry mess of shopping and keeping the waring factions apart.

I have spent hours trying to help Kitty find some kind of gainful employment which is a very slow process.

I had intended to hit the gym and shed some weight, but I am dog tired and lacking and energy this week, a heady combination of unwinding couple with a period. Oh lucky me.

I did make it to my sisters birthday bash which was good fun despite eating the worst pizza of my life. She then phoned to ask if I wanted tickets to see The Tempest, I had not heard it was coming to town but it appears to be at a 'posh' theatre i.e one that cost's more than a tenner. I said "yes", but only if she would rough it in the cheap seats. I get a text back to say "yes no problem that will be £37 each"!! HOW is that cheap? How much were the expensive seats? It had better be good. It does have Ralph Fiennes directed by Trevor Nunn so I might get lucky.
I will endeavour to post a little more but it is not easy whilst at home in the house of bedlam.