I think that you are beautiful

Some days are hard work. 

Some weeks are hard work. 

It's only Thursday, and I got home from work, and I was so tired I could barely lift my bum off the seat of my bike. 

Si is the same, and Tooli when she came home was in a similar state, (not quite as bad as the oldies.)

And now we find ourselves ensconced on the sofas, gazing at the TV with sleepy eyes, hoping that bed time will arrive soon and we can head up the stairs and fall asleep. 

In the meantime, have a lovely sky and a lamp post. Straight from camera, because despite the sheer exhaustion of life; it is really quite beautiful.


PS - Any Edinburgh Folk out there, with a flat to let from September, for four horrifically wild students very nice girls, who desperately want to stay together.