The view of our balcony from the street:

Her name is Deadalina. You can’t tell from these photos, but her head is a little big. She died tragically on her wedding day from a sudden case of encephalitis.

5 Responses to Deadalina

  1. Judith says:

    I give in – if she died how come she is on your balcony? I thought I’d work it out but I just can’t!

  2. Cat says:

    Because her ill-fated groom lived here. When she died, he threw himself from this very balcony.

    Some say it wasn’t an accident, and that Deadalina wanted him to join her.

  3. Judith says:

    The thot plickens yes! A certain someone will tell you I’m dumb I have no doubt but I still don’t get it – she is dead, he is dead – she is there – where is he? and..why is she on your balcony anyway – aha! was it (the day the photo was taken) an anniversary perhaps? ’twas too early for Halloween – she surely is not there all the time is she? Help!!!

  4. Judith says:

    Oh dear, how sad! Slow, very slow! These are old photos – yes? All is clear – at last. It took squarking birds to keep me awake long enough to work it out so now at 12.40am I may get to sleep – if the birds shut up long enough though I should not complain if they don’t ’twas they who gave me thinking time! Cheers!!

  5. Judith says:

    Wrong again! She is your own Halloween creation!
    Guess only a dopey Aussie would miss I know I think it is rather sweet of you to bring her back for a visit!