I cracked the biggest smile on my face when this fell out of the envelope.
Me, my butterfly farm project, and the Gods of architecture that we little hopefuls worship.
My 64 year old tutor never fails to remind us how he would love to marry the middle one and make babies with him because of how much he adores his work. Disturbing, I know.
Liam, I will forever cherish this, and will think of you when I eventually become a 'star-chictect' in the next couple of lifetimes!
After feeling nice and giddy with Thai green curry,
nothing is more inviting than to crawl into this bed
with the warm overcast of my lamp,
a hot water bottle to give that tropical setting in this oncoming blizzard of a weather,
and of course, my trusty little aluminium friend to catch up on the latest Dexter episodes.
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