you remind me of home;
So who wants to see pictures of our flat then? Course you do.
(Warning: the suckiness of these pictures is one of the many reasons I will never become an estate agent. Also, there’s a wee picture of Lyndsay there that will make you sob. Well, it did me anyway.)
Sounds as if Scotland have returned to form, innit? Still, at least… no, I won’t say it (This thread looks set to run and run, I love it.) Missed the game as have ben doing housework while the boy’s off gallivanting: probably for the best, really.
In other news: I may have inadvertantly flashed our neighbour across the landing. Oh well. They hate us anyway.
PS Been meaning to link this beautifully-written Cold Roses as road music piece for a while.