Fire and Owlpots

My friend's house (Nambucca) burnt down late last night with all his possessions inside.
It really makes you wander about the unpredictability of life, and the fragility of ownership.
The treasures you call your own could one day all be gone, burnt to sinders.



p.s i replaced my - passed on as a gift - tea the cat pot, with whit-tea whoo the owl pot.
he is really quite wonderful,
though i shall have to put him in a cupboard when Con Carne comes round.
panic attack prevention at its best.