I need to do something with the strawflowers; I need to trim the red and white twine off what was once an advent calendar but should now just be a wreath. What luck when negligence looks nice regardless.
And as with those before- we did our best, falling hard into well earned beds come evening.
A bookmark discovered in pages left unturned for years, all scrap paper and the wobbling script of a 7 year old. SHiT.
