Tis a tiny bit snowyish in Edinburgh but not a whisper of a breeze let alone wind.
My DT2 vomitted for Scotland last night (his room has just been decorated - once with lovely paint and once with chunks!!!) He is tucked up on the couch. I am having a run round tidying, trying to make soup and then hopefully cuddle with him until school run 2.15pm.
Shabs, love the bar story on your hols
Mars, poem is excellent. You should be whole inside with the comments from your tutor. It came from a splurge of emotion. The best things do. Well done!