Wearing: An old grey mans fishermans sweater that hits mid thigh, bare feet, a thick mane of blonde piled on top of my head and secured with black lacquered chop sticks and sleepy blue eyes ...
Eating: Not a thing
Drinking: Just finishing a lovely cup of hot apple cider
Listening to: The sound of the heater whirring, Lulu snoring and the wind rustling through the trees.
Smell like: Faded Amazing Grace perfume, skin and Aveda face wash
Website visited: Tweetley deedly dee
Last to make me smile: Jo
Leaving for: To curl up in cool, crisp cotton sheets and a lovely down comforter
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