RANDOMLY CAME across a Pinterest board last week entitled "Beautiful Women". The man whose board it was had been diligently collecting busty blondes and me. It was a mildly amusing, slightly strange discovery to say the least. It's the early May bank holiday weekend here, and while we're being more lounge-y than normal for a Monday, we're back at work for at least part of the day ...
WHEN WE LIVED in Edinburgh, the archway of the gate to our private gardens was covered in lilacs―the most wonderfully fragrant ones that filled the air and the entire street and added the loveliest dash of colour to the cloudy skies. P would often pick a few bunches for me for the coffee table and our place would be enveloped in the heady scent.