Thou shalt always check behind the sofa

My interview for Art School went horribly, I adored the school I wanted to ask if I could start immediately but alas I dont think its to be.

I afraid I have miss placed my rose tinted spectacles. If you find then please return them to my address I am rubbish without them.

Thank you.

My hangover isnt helping either and the last thing I remember about last night is drinking wine from the bottle whilst staggering across the road in a leather jacket and "sex shoes" singing incoherently.

My boy came over today to make it all better with cups of tea and kind words.

We have very little in common but I adore his freckles and his logical mind even if his feet are always cold.