Knew for today, that I was going to post a photo of my pile of shiny new books that arrived in the post this morning, all the bright colours and the patterns from some of them were just shouting at me to take their photos...

Then I went outside, and was reminded of this. My poor little car has yet another war wound to add to her list of injuries over the past 5 years, I just wish that for once I was either a) in the car, so could therefore take some of the blame (if need be) or b)wasn't parked at my front door every time a new scratch, dent, accident happens. I could go into a huge moan about kids today, and when I was a young 'un I never ever dreamt of playing on or going near cars...but then I just start to feel old.

Now I'm off to look at my pretty books, to save looking at that anymore :(

L x