Going for a walk and picking up a conker. A beautiful, not quite perfect conker.
Watching a toddler playing in a puddle. He was so happy and so engaged.
Holly got me two jobs. In about half an hour. That’s a good friend.
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The squirrel with a conker in it’s mouth.
Corinne.
Scattergories. Testicles, trousers and teeth.
Today was a fucking awful day. If you’re reading this W, I miss you. I should never have let you leave yesterday.
Three little things 