It is rude to put your feet on the table, unless it is your table and you make the rules and you aren't in the middle of a dinner party...but even then, I would, if I wanted to. Now you know what I look like at 10pm...with dodgy lighting and my £3 thrift store favourite sweater...apart from the other sweater that is also my favourite but not on a Saturday, even though it is now Sunday. I have big socks and little socks, holey socks and outdoor socks and thigh-highs and every possible netted, nylon, 1940's wartime still in the bag ones. I have them on the sofa, chair, beanbag, floor and wherever I happened to have taken them off because I was too hot, too fidgety, faffing, or just being a ridiculously scruffy tramp-urchin...which is, most of the time. If one is uncertain of the cleanliness of one's socks...the quick sniff test works a treat...but only do it to your own...unless you are invited...which might be weird, or not. This is as good as this gets because I am sleep deprived. Oh and that is a very valid sock/toe exercise that I made-up after I had my foot surgery and a whole heap of fun because let's all agree that life can be so terribly serious and with the latest news in the UK...anything that makes me smile, is a win.
Please do leave a little like if you enjoyed this...and maybe I will do some more.
What's coming up?
Whispered yoga and some outdoor asmr. Your main lollipop will be at the weekend because I am super busy these next few days and I haven't yet recorded it. Please bear with me.
With love and little kisses from
the puddle jumping, jam eating, ever so slightly wonky and whimsical Annie
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