So every now and then when I'm out trawling for numbers, I turn a corner and happen upon one that actually makes me stop dead in my tracks, raise my sunglasses to my forehead, and say, out loud, "No effin' way." This squirrel-clad number (double threes, if you don't mind!) may be one of the best gifts the streets of Dublin has ever given me, and the dear knows Dublin has given me a great deal.
As for the scant verbal offerings lately, all I can say is, "Nuts!" I've been up to my collarbone in work and hope to re-surface more often in coming weeks to see you through the final stretch of &7 -- this year's version, anyway. Thanks to all who have commented on recent posts. I know it's late, but I'm replying to all your messages as I can. I always appreciate your stopping by.