The snow is falling and it's a lovely day, actually, but it's been a tough week at work, which is getting tough in general, and I'm feeling a little blue. I keep thinking:
I wish I could go back to London and read a book on SP's futon next to the space heater.
While he makes me tea and toast.
2 comments:
You wish. Although those Christmas cookies I just made are rather nice. Soon showing on a hip near you!
I prefer to wear mine on my ass. It's sexy.
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