Claws For The Weekend: The Depopulated

This morning I went up to the doctors to make an appointment for my son, and there was only me in the queue. (Can a queue of one even be called a queue?)

This has never happened before. I mean never, in the history of me going to the doctors to make an appointment for anyone.

From this I deduced that 1: two thirds of the estate on which I live are dead. And 2: The remaining third had not got up yet.

Cue my best ever least waiting time. There’s always a bonus.

Have a great weekend everybody. I hope your communities are hanging on. (Apart from Jerusalem’s Lot. Those guys are gone.)

See you on the flip side.

Claws For The Weekend: The Circus Doesn’t Come To Town

I took this photograph a few weeks ago in my town centre, just before nightfall.

It looks like the circus was in town. It wasn’t. Those gazebo-marquee thingies were put up to encourage people to still use the local cafés when Covid restrictions wouldn’t allow people to sit inside.

We do have a few clowns though.

Hope you all have a great weekend, juggling (😆) any commitments you have.

See you on the flip side.

Claws For The Weekend: Window Shopping

I love this photo by Arthur Leipzig of children looking at Christmas toys in 1944. The little girl at the bottom looks like she just can’t stand the allure, I think I’d have to buy her something.

Anyway, have a great weekend everybody, Christmas is a week today.

I hope you get all you wish for. Be careful what you wish for.

See you on the flip side.

Claws For The Weekend: Los Paranoias

The first day after the lockdown and Jen decided to brave Manchester for some Christmas shopping, taking me with her in tow.

I’m not sure if it’s because of the mask I’m wearing but I feel paranoid, as though every shop I go in someone is either looking at, or speaking about, me.

What do you think?

Anyway, have a great weekend everybody. Don’t forget to wash.

See you on the flip side.