tra-la-la
wandering in my knickers around the boat, over which the entire contents of my wardrobe seems to have exploded, with a head empty of all thought aside from what to pack for my imminent trip to the Isle Of Mull...Florence & The Machine is warbling in the background and everywhere I go I leave a cloud of shamefully expensive and utterly lovely La Petit Gratin perfume, that makes me feel like an orange tree in full bloom...
I forgot about the simple things. good they are.
riding the night train to Inverness tonight with my mad sisters, apparently there's a bar onboard :)
catch you in the near my dears.
Blues, off on her holidays, over and out xxx
I forgot about the simple things. good they are.
riding the night train to Inverness tonight with my mad sisters, apparently there's a bar onboard :)
catch you in the near my dears.
Blues, off on her holidays, over and out xxx