I really really fancied a bath so I went and sat on our tiny shower floor and hugged the shower head to try and get as much water coverage as I could and put something over the drain so the water would stay and it turned out quite successful I am now a satisfied woman.

everything about this (including himself) is beautiful.

every time I listen to it I think I’m really funny and say to myself god, the tallest man on earth has a good voice and I think it’s really, really funny.

I don’t know whether it is because of a great deal of stress and over tiredness, but I am so incredibly emotional it’s untrue. 

I have too much to do and too little time, I cannot wait until tomorrow is over, I hate public speaking and this is a whole ten minutes of a plan proposal, knowing me halfway through I’ll either begin speaking dutch or simply burst into tears and run out. Or i’ll get over excited and pee everywhere (internal puppy coming out). I think when it’s done I will get naked and run around screaming I’VE DONE IT, I’M ALIVE IT’S A MIRACLE just to create a bit of commotion.

he’s a pooey poo, bigger than the poo i had today, and that’s what i say.

We need to get you hugging the deer, you need to hug it!

I’m going to take chickens into the house and walk them up and down the stairs on a lead. 

A man is asking me to move into his house with him. It’s in glasgow. oh and he’s just got out of prison.

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Pine Marten. Photo by Gary Faulkner

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it would be so nice to just have an explanation for me feeling this down, and finding everything so hard all of the time.