Over exposed

My favourite colour is

Alone

Just a quick snack

Urban synthesis

The grinding of wheels crush us into submission.

Sounds good – but I’m tone deaf

Reminds me of the tune in that film, you know the one I mean.

Ping, ping, ping,  . .  . ping, ping, ping

I’ll resist the temptation and avoid the obvious title

You think you’re so perfect.

Necking

Barking up the wrong tree.

4 o’clock

This week Nature has been giving us gifts of leaves and sunset