baby in red

If I looked this good in a red puddle suit, I’d wear nothing else.

Gratefuls:

1. Antony cooking a meal for our house group when I felt deathly;
2. House group being very understanding of the deathly vibe and sending me to bed;
3. Chuckling constantly about Antony accidentally making friends with the people who reported us to the RSPCA (for failing to look after our “kitten” who is in fact an elderly hyperthyroid but happy mog).