Returning from London with a batch of photos of my recent messages only made me more eager to chalk up some other places. I was out of spends though so I stayed a bit closer to home.
In October 2010, inbetween sipping tea on my doorstep in Liverpool and admiring all the small dogs that walked past my feet, I decorated our front door with words that rhymed with 'fifty six'. Our landlord rubbed it off when a potential tenant came for a look around. I don't know why. I'd say the 'Beware of the Dog' sign my sister had made for the window was more of a concern. The dog had been drawn with massive teeth and looked hungry.
Charlie's feet. Charlie's message.