Wizz Fizz in the Wind

Two Pebbles Together

I’ve never thought of my parents as particularly romantic. They don’t do Valentines Day. I can’t remember them ever buying each other flowers. But the more I learn, the more I realise that to me they have the perfect kind of subtle romance that is never corny and is simply forever.

I’ve eaten far too much bolognaise. 2 days out from getting measured for a wedding dress. Potentially training for future job opportunity/mountain fitness. Bloated. So why not start a blog?

It is difficult to eat Wizz Fizz in the wind. I’ve tried. But then a wise man once told me that it’s the hard things in life that make it interesting. Thanks Dad, I’ll go with that.