On my way to school this morning, I ran into the post-lady. The bright red was so eye-catching that I couldn't help taking a photo of her and her trolley.
I thought of Jade's comment on the Brits--they are rather repressive. Indeed, there is fire burning in them, and you can tell by that loud red color.
I didn't go too far and then I stumbled across another postman! Oh, this had turned into a postmen-chasing game!
The third trolley was left on the roadside by the postman who was busy dispatching mail.
Is this a mother-and-child postbox?
The hole-in-the-wall postbox.
No more game. I was going into the printmaking room for screen-printing.
Time passes by past in the printing room, but I feel fulfilled. Every time I am in the printmaking workshop, I feel down-to-earth happiness.
This is Brian, who is in charge of the screen-printing room. He is a very nice and helpful person. Today we even chatted about Budapest. I felt that I am such a lucky person when he said that he hasn't been there yet.
This is the birthday gift for a VVIP who lives on a small island now!