tonight

I went here with my theatre-buddy to see this. It was bloomin' fantastic - incredible deconstructing and reassembling of the Romeo and Juliet story.

can't get enough of this

“I myself have never been able to find out what feminism is; I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute”

-- Rebecca West (1913)

by our gatepost

I was in two minds as to whether or not to take my camera with me today - my bag was full and heavy with the major works of Shelley (well worth a place in my bag but fairly cumbersome nonetheless) and it was a bit of a squeeze.

But when I got to our gatepost - the gate having apparently long since gone - I was glad I brought it.

I've been meaning to take a picture of this flower for weeks. It's amazing. I don't know what kind it is, but it's open during the day, and then if it's too cold or it's night it closes up again.

I've become very fond of it actually, and keep an eye out for it every morning.

It's probably some kind of weed, but not to me. Today it made all the difference in the world.