tales from a small room

What a wonderful Summers day to be spent at home in the company of B and the kitteh. It’s raining outside. The sky is gloomy and dark, and the feint rumblings of thunder from a grumpy sky can be occasionally heard over the rain on our noisy roof.
I have my pink and green mug of tea (he with his coffee) and Stewie is asleep on the Foxtel box, keeping himself toasty warm (I have tried to tell him it is actually Summer, but to no avail).

I love love days like this. Especially when there are no appointments to be kept and plans can be left for another time.

I’m awash with links of wonderful new places and loads of inspiration and pretty things to look at.

I love days like this.