Beautiful

But fake. I used to loathe fake flowers but the Scotsman bought me a few and I rather like them in the winter.
A busy day at school and my throat is sore. I left early, cleaned the kitchen and cooking us a haggis, neeps and tatties. With any luck the Scotsman will recite a bit of Burns which he does so very well. I know it's not Burns night yet, but it's a grand meal in the winter.
Hurra it's almost Friday...