Giraffes playing draughts...
...sounds weird when you say it out loud.
Monkey Money
My old purse
Kitchen Window
...in the early morning
Henry Hoover
...he's harassing me with his "come-hither" eyes
Rest in Pixels
The final analogue TV signal was switched off last night, and with it disappeared Ceefax.
Doorbell
It used to hang on my cot when I was a baby, but now it's our doorbell.
The Girl with the Flaxen Hair
This morning I heard this Debussy prelude on the radio.
Jay's Grave Dartmoor
This is the grave of a young girl who died in the late 18th century. According to folklore, fresh flowers mysteriously appear on the grave regularly through all seasons, but no one ever sees them being delivered.