So this is the view from my middle-class semi-posh French window (by the way, it’s designed by an Aussie who does not have any concept of rain, nor freedom of choice, as it’s been designed to forcefeed accumulation of grey water directly in your living room, whether you have a mop ready or not). I have a bougainvillea box on the French window to keep the kids from venturing beyond. On top of that, we grilled ourselves in, yes, by choice. On hot days, as we face the western sun, if we sit long enough staring into what’s left of our right of light, we might just find ourselves nicely baked, with grilled lines and all. Chargrilled – the mark of el naturel middle-class semi-posh fresh meat.
Ponder With PEK 