Little one

Time is a funny thing.

Lovely things are in my life and feel like very un-Scottish shafts of light.

Friends have stayed consistently loyal and loving; new friends are cheeky beyond belief (and take photos without the proper permits!); work has proven a constant source of distraction and I've let a little love into my life again recently - the only problem is I'm not sure what to do with it. What are you meant to do with it again? - I've forgotten :)