It is the end of NaBloPoMo and the end of Mo-Vember.
Unlike Craig's moustache, I am going away. Not for long, I don't think. And not for any particular reason apart from lack of inspiration. I am tired. I feel existentially wrung out.
Basically? Until I feel a bit more fucking cheerful, you can just look at some photos I took of roses in my mother's garden.
Don't fret. If there's one thing I know, it's that the words constantly swirling around in my head are NOT going to go ANYWHERE until I arrange them all nice and neat on the internet. Or paper. But more likely, the internet.
And I need SOMEWHERE other than Flickr to display my photos. I haven't even shown you the ones I took while in London for August! Including the ones where we look like angels. Seriously.
Actually, maybe I'm not going anywhere either. Hmm.
This one is my favourite. Apparently it's called Gauguin. It's fuchsia but not too fuchsia. And it reminds me of peonies. I'm pretty much obsessed with peonies at the moment.
Maybe I should get a Peony tattoo ... or a Gauguin rose tattoo ...
