Friday Morning

I realised that it has been MONTHS since I spent the train ride to and from work in absolute hysterics.
That is to say, I miss this cute little face:



My Darling Sister Charlotte.



Seriously? How cute is she??

p.s. I might also be hugely jealous that she is spending christmas in London.

Ghostin' up the place

A conversation between sisters.

Jayne; Buuuh!
Me (walking down the stairs): What?
Jayne:You just looked all ... ethereal. I think it's the curly hair.
Me: And the ghostly pallor?
Jayne: Yea. Quit ghostin' up the place.


Officially my new occupation: Ghostin'.
Duties; a lot of wandering, occasional moaning, wearing of dresses, generally being pale.
Benefits: you never have to brush your hair and shoes are optional.