YOU’D BETTER NOT CRY, I’M TELLING YOU WHY

I’m pouting right now. Sulking, nearly. It’s not attractive, I can tell you, yet my sad little pouty heart doesn’t care because it is feeling VERY put out. This morning was a leisurely one, what with the waking up early but going back to sleep. Dreams shivered past, helping to erase the disappointing memories of a work Christmas party gone terribly wrong and boring. Got up at a decent hour, had breakfast and then we set out for Dalby and the tree nursery where we met up with friends and traipsed about in the woods, hunting for the perfect Christmas...