Loving my garden...

...walked out yesterday, and realised my garden had become lovely without me noticing.

My life is...

power cuts, early mornings, dancing, constant tiredness, feeling my heart race at garden centres, support groups, beads, explaining english to the baffled, homeless men dancing with kids with Downs, insect killer sprays, helping with homework, worrying, dirty wheelchairs, laughter, making school lunches, msn, seeing massive malpractise everyday, finding money for school uniforms, radio 4, talking about sex too much (its my job), friends visiting, sunshine, rejoicing at court judgements, minibus taxis, burgler bars, pay-as-you-go, sunburn, bruises, mucky feet, cutting my own hair, a margarita in one hand and lemsip in the other, shitty nappies strewn across floors, infomercials, tracy chapman, a bad back, no make-up, undone laundry, lovely neighbours, dusty streets, flowers, poetry, smiling faces...

some penguins