It’s the Mr Whippy. The blue sky with the scattered candy floss clouds. It’s the sun on my shoulders reminding me to apply suncream on the bois bach again. “Son of a Preacher Man” heard coming from a neighbour’s garden. Not quite drowning out the noise of the kids playing on the front lawn…unfortunately. It’s the clothes hanging on the line, reminders of yesterday’s adventures. It’s savouring the opportunity to read a new book in the garden. It’s making plans with Paul. It’s popping a bottle of Prosecco in the fridge to enjoy with friends tonight. “All of me” by John Legend.
It feels good to be alive.
…It’s pretending the “Mam, I need a piss” moment never happened yesterday… ;)
mascara & mud 
How nice?! Apart from the last one, obviously. I love the open windows and the sound of crockery as people start to eat outdoors. There’s something about the noise of plates clanging together that makes me think of holidays.