Last night I introduced Tim to a great treat- microwaved cheese. It is truly scrumpscious, all melted and chrispy on the edges. Kind of like microwaved mars bars. (Another treat). Tim busted out and added pickle to his plate of goodness. Unsurprisingly crazy dreaming was in store for us.
I dreamt of lolling in the green pastures of my homeland -as my family and friends are at the moment: the sun scorching their skin like berrys, dipping in the fresh sea on the devon coast.
Today I sit at my desk, sheltered from the freezingness of the outside: my skin so pasty it is see through and my mind as unclear as the cloudy skies above. Wah. Winter woes.