The sweet and silly nature of eight year olds.
The mellow chill of autumn breezes.
Reading a book that makes you laugh and cry on the tube. Thanks, Caitlin Moran.
Saturday morning downtime.
Reading poetry to my class.
Getting a seat on the tube.
Vanilla lattes on a cold Wednesday afternoon.
Breaking out the slow cooker.
The tang of autumn mornings.
Glancing at the ‘Christmas’ folder on my computer and thinking ‘not yet’. But soon.
Jacket potatoes with butter.
A chorus of miaows and purrs when I arrive home from school.
Curling up on the sofa and doing not much of anything.