Wherever I Lay My Hat, That's My Home

No, this isn't somebody's sitting room or lounge, but the window display of a charity shop situated down in Hockley.

Although the shop describes the stuff that it sells as vintage, rather than second hand or used, it's still at heart a charity shop. But the prices certainly aren't those of a usual charity shop.

It's strange how these sorts of shops have recently rebranded themselves. Something to do with the fascination these days with the 1950s and 60s.

The old is the new, new.

Sleeping On The Job

Here's another shot of Oscar in the Land of Nod. Curled up on a wicker chair and using the arm as a pillow.

He was snoring at one point, which made me turn round and look at him. A gentle little snore, with a bit of a whistle. So I just had to take his photo.

Maybe next time I'll video him in action.

A Touch Of Christmas

Here's a couple of shots from yesterday's visit to Wollaton Hall. Some still life photos from the room where we had our cups of tea and a bowl of turnips in the Tudor kitchen.

The Reading Room

It was a lovely sunny day yesterday, which for early October must be a bit of a record breaker.

After we had been to see Tracey's exhibition, we sat out and had some lunch at the romantically named Mud Crab Diner in the town centre.

Before we left the library, I took this shot of an area that had been laid out like a reading room that you would have at home, with some comfy chairs, a good selection of books and some sun streaming through a big picture window. All that is missing is a glass of whiskey.

Let Sleeping Cats Pose For A Photo

Here's Oscar, having a Friday afternoon siesta.

He likes his snoozes does Oscar, and of course loves being comfortable. And what could be more comfy than snuggling up to one's teddy bear?

I heard him snoring too. Not very loudly. Quite a cute little snore, while the end of his tail gently flicked from side to side, like he was conducting an orchestra.