I remember being on holiday (my mum tells me we were in the South of France) and my sister was a baby, so I must have been just 3. I can remember there being a horrific thunderstorm in the morning and I was so scared that I couldn’t eat my croissant (lol) because I was holding someone’s hand very very tightly. I remember helping my mum cut up sausages to feed the foxes that came to the bottom of the garden. I also remember someone reading The Little Mermaid to me.
As I had posted previously, I am tired of my beard.
^ That’s what it looked like earlier
I attempted to do this whole “No Shave November” thing, but I’m opting out right now. I mean, I grew a nice big full beard, so I have to shame, but it’s time for it to leave. So, I decided to have some…
I’m reblogging this because it’s too bloody amazing not to.