Meg Pickard:
If this is the extent of your aspirations...
Meg Pickard:
Would you trust a wannabe politician who can't tell the difference between morning and afternoon?
Meg Pickard:
Top of a postbox
Meg Pickard:
I only sat down for a minute
Meg Pickard:
In Richmond Park
Meg Pickard:
Pickle pretending to be an antimacassar
Meg Pickard:
Hopeful cat is hopeful
Meg Pickard:
Through train
Meg Pickard:
Hello
Meg Pickard:
Wah
Meg Pickard:
Do not park
Meg Pickard:
This afternoon's view
Meg Pickard:
Leaving the office while there's still some light in the sky feels good
Meg Pickard:
I've got an article in this month's communication director magazine
Meg Pickard:
Haberdashery/Ribbons/Umbrellas
Meg Pickard:
A house for tiny people
Meg Pickard:
I went for a walk and made a friend
Meg Pickard:
What I have learnt about the value of user comments over time, in most threads attached to a content object (e.g. blogpost)
Meg Pickard:
Beyond the meeting room
Meg Pickard:
A is for
Meg Pickard:
They repainted the door
Meg Pickard:
The house where I grew up
Meg Pickard:
From Isabel's garden
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Triffids
Meg Pickard:
Thattaway
Meg Pickard:
High Tide
