Miling about the kitchen

Day has just started. Looks lovely outside, sunny and all that jazz. Good chance of slave2dafunk and I heading down to a path by the Thames, walking it and taking some photos. We are the survivors.

I`ll say loads of nothing with a lot of noise. (i have the power of giving my cluelessness a voice.)

we are the survivors.

And by the English river we will snap pigeons, millions of footsteps, replaced leathery faces. Much funny in the sunny shades cast by the water. Something tells me we drink it from the taps, take showers in its vapours. We are the rivals, we are the survivors. The Thames won't seem a monster, just a gigantic, ancient, snake that coils around every pale face on this island.

And now faced... what can be done with today?