Off to get an annual mammogram check. It poured as I headed to the Wesley Hospital. Inside many women reading, knitting, watching the news waiting for their turn. The staff and volunteers respectful and efficient. Meg was pressing my breast into a pancake and applying the screws. I said she must look forward to going home every evening and getting away from them. The breasts I meant. Funnily enough, she said, I like photographing clouds after storms and I was about to enter this photo into a competition when I noticed the clouds looked like breasts. They follow me around you see. We laughed heartily.

It’s normal – and in celebration ( it had stopped raining ) I walked the 8kms home in the grey gloom taking in the sights and sounds along the way.

I heard them before I saw them – they had taken over a roundabout at Rosalie – and while you can only see dots of them, let me assure you they are as pink as can be and having a hell of a concert.

Along the way some choice homes – I loved the fact that they had made special provision in the fence for the trunk of a grown tree. Mediterranean blues on the walls and some coloured glass giving life to this dull afternoon.

The smell of lingering rain on the earth and the sparkle of showered trees. Heart shaped hanging baskets and eye catching colours threaded through the grey.