"Well it's all very well to dance with a rose in your teeth, but the petals they will fall in the end, and the thorns will let you bleed."
The last four days have had more family in than I've had for the whole year, which of course comes with the 'what are you doing now?' questions and the 'I'm doing a PhD at Cambridge' statements from the cousins wearing signet rings and 'only' owning houses in Kensington.
It's safe to say I am not these people. I managed to calm the nerves with the help of my good friend Jack Daniel's and the thought of being able to run away to my lovely empty home in a couple of hours...
... to this bath, which reminded me of all the wonderful things and got me back to my balance.
Rose petals, Plath and truffles.
