Out my window I can see quite a lot of interesting things. I can see the courtyard, the parsley ravenously reaching out for more room to grow into; (sadly it's work gets washed away into a delicious pesto); the front door, it's bells being thrown around carelessly by the wind; the sliding door slightly ajar, curtains flying through to be blocked by a pair of roman sandals; the waves crashing high against the seaside rocks, spittle spraying even higher. That's the view from my window.
By Laura