The Art Of Slow Living

The Art Of Slow Living

It happened, I got to that point where I just couldn’t. I may possibly have arrived home after work last night and had a mini (not so mini) melt down, more on this tomorrow. But for now, I’d like to share with you my morning, which has consisted of lying in bed laughing until my tummy hurt at Fraser’s jokes along with cat cuddles in bed. Play fighting and playing pranks on each other when were finally surfaced and popping the kettle on whilst making a stack of yummy pancakes. It was perfect, and just what I so desperately needed.

Here’s a little food for your eyes…

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2 Comments

  1. December 17, 2016 / 3:52 pm

    Sounds like the perfect morning, Peta 🙂 C x

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