(posted by Miss Mish)
One of the joys about Nottingham is it is so green. Mostly hidden I grant you but you can always find somewhere to sit and read in the sun. We have the manicured green sward of the Market square, The Arboretum, the university boating lake and, moving further out, parks and green spaces just off the centre of town.
I work in a large Government building on Talbot Street. Just up from Theatre Square in fact, so almost the centre of town. Perched on top of a car park it may be, but surrounded by terraces with flowerbeds and picnic tables (we civil servants like to get away from the grey after all). At the moment the lavender is in full flower and it really is a lovely place to get away from the desk for an hour or so. At 1pm today, I took my lunch and my book and sat outside in the sun, luxuriating in the heat and the stillness of the air. The city was almost inaudible apart from the muted clang of the trams. In the still of the heat haze, I hear a scrabbling and a skittering on the brickwork. I slowly look up, just in time to see a large fox, jumping from a jumble of rhododendron in the middle of the largest flowerbed. He stretches, yawns and lazily scratches himself and I stay completely still. He turns round, sees me and freezes. And seems almost embarrassed by being caught out. For a full ten seconds neither of us dares to move or drop our locked eyes.
Then he’s off again. Busy, busy, busy and I go back to the hurly-burly of the office.
troubled diva 