We took a little trip.

Lovee, Banana and I. 

The mood I am in today...

RIP Peach

A few words

I'm suffering from a sincere case of .. not the blues. I don't even know what colour I am today. Not black either. Or even the mean reds. What colour is wanderlust, mixed with a hint of frustration and a dash of melancholia? - Well what ever that colour is thats what I'm feeling. It's not a bad feeling. But not a good one either.

I'm tugging on an electric cigarette trying to find some thoughts. Some words. And I find myself writing about what a struggle it can be. Me. I'm frustrated that there isn't more. Whilst of course I know there is much. So much. I feel disenchanted with the world, yet the world has never seemed so small as it has to me the last couple of months. I'm tired. Sleep. I'll bang this drum again tomorrow.

Kids, House of Bush

LW held a lunch party on Sunday in her back garden. So good to see Banana. We drank cider and laughed a lot. Smoked too many cigarettes and munched on salads

There is a sense that summer is on its way. Talk starts of Glastonbury and holidays in France and one cant help but get that summer feeling creeping its way in to ones gut with all its delicious butterfly notes and shivers of excitements. But then... maybe thats just the chilly breeze still sweeping around our ankles. I am still wearing tights however - not quite that time of year just yet to remove our leg-warmers and let our legs breath after several months hibernation. White. ghostlike. I have never been one for fake tan and I highly doubt this will be the year to start. 

Smoking kills kids. Fact.

I bought this dress for a tenner in Swansea last summer. I love a good spot. Spots and stripes and florals are just so delicious together.