My best friends, who I've known and grown with my whole life (and who loved my Mum almost as much as me), gave me this beautiful bouquet to mark my first year without her. They didn't want 'sad flowers', but ones that symbolised my Mum's love and laughter. I think they chose perfectly.
Clouds be a little broken hearted today.
It DID feel Pythonesque!
At the infant assembly, 30 adorable four year olds acted out a jaunty little tale about a naughty elf, to the backing track of 'Maxwell's Silver Hammer'. The audience, including teachers, happily clapped along to the Bang Bang part, and I was like, you know this song is about a serial killer, right?
Today marks one year since my Mum died. It feels like yesterday and it feels like forever. I've done all the seasons now, every anniversary, all the special days, and I realise, with something approaching terror, I haven't even touched the sides of missing her.
Some days arrive like gifts, helping us prepare for the harder ones that wait. Today was a day like that. Now I brace myself, heart steady, for what tomorrow brings. That is the rhythm of life. Goodnight.
You ever just wanna?
Today, the sun has coloured me - warm gold brushed across my cheeks and strands of hair ignited into threads of fire and honey. Today was a good day.
Canongate Tolbooth Building in Edinburgh 🏰 #photography #moody #urban #architecture #edinburgh
Not today!
When you have an autistic girlfriend, you also get a daft pal and a number one fan
You know how I said I'd take myself off somewhere where there were hills and rivers? Bonus Monday is shaping up nicely x
I plan to travel at the speed of light to see you today, so let me know when you're ready. It'll take me approximately 24 milliseconds, so be prepared.
Guess who's a silly sausage? Me!
Arrived at work. Empty playground and main gates were chained up. School doesn't start back till tomorrow!!
I have a bonus day, so I'm going to pack a picnic and take myself somewhere where there are hills and rivers. Sometimes being a silly sausage pays off.
Monday. Just me and my nibbly midriff.
I like to show some extra love around this time, so here it is. I hope you feel it.
Can't. Too busy imagining the German swingers.
I'm going to stay up late to see if anyone gets naked on here.
Sunday night bra removal. Done.
Wenn ich gewusst hätte, dass du meinen Sonntagskaffee so aufregend gestalten würdest, hätte ich Eis zum Abkühlen mitgebracht!
Scheiße.
The foursome from Düsseldorf at the next table are discussing tonight's arrangements for their hotel wife swap, and clearly don't realise I speak German.
This picture smells of feet.
There's a wee lass in my class who has the loudest voice of any child I have ever taught. When she speaks, my eyelids quiver and some of the more sensitive kids cover their ears.
Anyway, she lives little over half a mile away, and all I can hear right now, over the sound of everything else, is her.