Odd Balls & Bikes
byIt’s been a day of odd conversations.
The blog, the whole blog and nothing but the blog.
It’s been a day of odd conversations.
It started with a colourful silvery bit of foil.
…of sorts.
Please.
I think I might be confusing my five year old daughter when I explain things to her.
I decided I wanted an OMG moment when Tracey rejoined us this evening. Unfortunately, I got it.
You might well be wondering what’s been going on.
True or False? I’m really starting to get the hang of DIY with the bus. You decide.
Butterflies….something about butterflies seemed to ring a bell, albeit initially in the distant steeple of a village a valley or two over from the bit of brain I was currently occupying.
“Dammit,” said Tracey. She was standing outside the door to our bus looking frustrated with herself, which if I’m honest was a lovely change to her looking frustrated with me.
You read right.
It’s March and I’ve already ruined Christmas.
He’s so my boy. Poor thing.