I used to work with a man who looked *just* like this. That's vaguely alarming, no?

Cheer up . . .

Angry Sumo Wrestler Stone . . .

 . . . well, that's what I see, anyway . . .

This would have *really* freaked me out . . .

(seen on www.foundshit.com)

Dual personality (Part Two)

 . . . then he just flipped and offered me a kiss!

Dual personality (Part One)

First he smiled his toothy little grin at me . . .

Sometimes you can feel their pain . . .

Is this one angry or hurt? Or maybe he's alarmed that I've discovered the secret of the stones . . .

I've thought about naming them . . .

 . . . but don't want to hurt their feelings by getting it wrong.

('tho I would have called this one Edward . . . )

Ahoy there!

Sometimes, they come in fancy dress . . . 

My first post . . .

So, um. . . . here's my little blog. I can't promise that it will be exciting or even interesting but it will hopefully satisfy my niggling need to belong - after all, everyone seems to blog these days, don't they? But what to blog about? That was my dilemma. I don't really have a lot to say. No, hang on, that's wrong. I have a lot to say . . . just don't think anyone will be interested! So instead, I am sharing with you one of my little secrets (no, not the cheese thing. . . .)  

  . . . you know when you were a child and you pulled a face and the nearest grown-up said "the wind will change and your face will stay like that!" ?? Well, the little part of me that will forever remain that slightly worried, superstitious child still firmly believes that this is possible. . . . and I think I have found the manifestations of a whole range of emotions encased in pebble form and freely (and often freakishly) found on the beaches I walk on.  . . . it's true. I've taken photographs. And left the little pebbles on the beach. I don't know if it would be unlucky to take them away from their natural habitat . . . . I don't dare try . . . .