Smelling Roses

If you’re someone who’s joined me on one of my many previous tangents, you’d be forgiven for thinking that I’m one of those perpetually ‘happy people’ whose glass is eternally half full. I’m also aware that it may appear as though I’m determined to model everyone in my image and I’d forgive you for thinkingContinue reading “Smelling Roses”

Dreaming Spires

A few mornings ago I was out running bleary-eyed at about 6:30am, having forced myself up and out of my duvet cocoon almost an hour previously. For a long time, there was nothing I loved to do more than lie-in until lunchtime (the strange shifts I worked at my local pub probably had a lotContinue reading “Dreaming Spires”