Wild and crazy kids.

I couldn't sleep last night. I lay there for hours, listening to T-Rex. Cosmic rock, ha ha. Would love a day fo the week to be designated to dressing up as a glitter kid.


Why does everything taste/sound/feel so much more amazing out of hours?

So when I did fall asleep, I slept through my alarm. Was late for work, didn't have time to grab things for lunch. So on my break I cycled to the local fruit farm. I hadn't been in there since my childhood. When we used to go strawberry picking, and go home to make gingerbread men with those silver balls for buttons. It spelt so good in there, and the apples tasted lush. I want to go back and investigate all the honey jars.

The first surfinia hanging baskets. And the first day of shorts. I'm refusing to wear steel toe cap boots though.

Heard this today. Still love it. Remind me of Enigma and Club Tropicana days.



I had the most amazing present through my letterbox last night. A collection of some very precious music Andy thought I'd appreciate. How right he was!
I miss our music fueled adventures. Ratattagg/Test-Icicles/The Used (with or without earrings, he he).


This is my orchid:


And this is me:


Time for some Rhymenosaurus.