I promise, he's not suicidal.

We've had a lot of torrential rain recently. And one of the wonderful wonderful foibles of Park Place and the bushy surrounds is clogged guttering and ... small animals ... and ... actually, I don't know.
All I know that after serious rainfall Craig gets his handy-man on.

Craig: I'm going out on the roof.
Sarah-Rose: Okay.
Craig: If I'm not back in 15 minutes ...
Sarah-Rose: Come and look for you?
Craig: Yes. And if I'm not on the roof?
Sarah-Rose: ... yea?
Craig: Look faster.

Week Thirty-Five

Sunday
Mini red velvet cupcakes baked to order for my baby sister's birthday.


Monday
Beehives beehives everywhere.


Tuesday
I was a little drunk when I ordered this Bone ring from Meadowlark. But sober I still adore it.


Wednesday
The beehive in the Golden dawn.


Thursday
How I've been wearing my bone ring - stacked with my deco Zelda Fitzgerald ring.


Friday
No time at work - still - but I was wearing some very cute shoes.


Saturday
I bought chartreuse underwear!
Craig was not pleased. He does not approve of my adoration of this colour.


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I discovered a pencil in my hair 5 hours after I last used it.