A Flightless Bird.

I've found out that there is only so much lying in bed crying while listening to the playlist you made especially for these times before the sun streams through the curtains and stirs you, forcing you up and washed and changed and eating crunchy-nut clusters and milk from a plate before you can cry "I love him though!"

Cleo, Faye and me in the sunshine.

Yes, there is a point where you just have to go out, get really drunk on not that much and open up your heart, because theres nothing at all better than a tiny bit of sunshine at the end of October.