After sharing last week’s note about the mess of life and the lack of my ducks being in any kind of row… a friend sent me this.

She has it on her wall. And it explains why we are friends. 🐿️ 🦆

(Although I did have to clarify that my particular breed of squirrels are at an afternoon rave, and that they will drink peppermint tea and be in bed before 9pm. But rave until then they shall.) 🤘🏻

I’ve started a new thing recently where I leave poetry books scattered around the living room.

If the kids are playing and I have 5 minutes (or 3 minutes) instead of tidying up or doing all the crap my busy mind tells me I must to do…

I pick up a book. 📕

I sit on the sofa and I read a poem.