Evening re-reading of my favourite book by the sea. This is my Granddad's copy of To Kill a Mockingbird that he gave me when I was reading it in school. It's a great book, and one I claim to be my favourite, in order to substantiate this claim I feel I need to have read the book more, so it seemed logical that as Stuart got out his bike that I would grab out this to read while serenaded with the sweet sound of his breaks screeching. He Trails bikes by the way. Jumps around on things on a bike with no seat. I know nothing more.
Holiday presents. The best friend skipped off to Poland for a post-university treat and returned with chocolate treats for me. Personally a nice fridge magnet would have gone down well, but edible gifts are great, especially when they are as pretty as these babies. There is an element of danger with these though, my Polish, not so good even, so each mouthful is remarkably similar to my imagined experience of Bertie-Botts Every Flavour Beans. Thankfully, the ones that particularly intimidate me like Italian coffee and whiskey were quickly identified and forced on to Stuart.
Locating the last of the Scottish snow for a snowball fight on the warmest day of the year so far. Ignore the bins, tactics in snowball fights do not allow for aesthetically pleasing snow pictures.
I hope you all had a glorious weekend, and a sunny one for those of you in the UK. I hope no-one got burnt and that no-one took their tops off because it was sunny and over 10 degrees- pet hate. It is not that warm. I have no desire to see pasty nipples in May. Anyway, that spiraled quickly.
With love from,