monday. monday. poor little monday.
they get such a reputation for being the worst day. today it felt just that. i stayed home in my warm pyjamas all day. i had a sore head and tummy.
but it was so cold again. i stayed in my room and ate soft sugary nougat until it felt like my teeth would fall out.
another day spent with pig and little trixie-lu. her glittery blue collar dings-a-long as she skips past.
i've been sticking and glue-ing and writing all day. and making birthday cards. and eating also pieces of fudge ice and slices of apple. i hope to sleep soon and dream of white ponies and wooden shoes. with purple rain. orange flowers.