Royal Scots Dragoon Guards will help me come up with some fitting story for this Indian Gypsy Queen.
If nothing else, the sound of the pipes makes me want to head north over the border into the wild glens and daydream of handsome men in kilts as I run through the heather.
I've had a painting frenzy over the past week so am able to once again join in the frivolity over at Paint Party Friday. I've still got the paint down my fingernails to prove it. At least I'll be able to join in on the "Isn't it hot"" conversations as the UK FINALLY starts to swelter in an appropriately summery fashion.
It must have been all those visitors arriving at Heathrow for a certain sporting event. They clearly packed us a little bit of sunshine each which was very kind of them.
I can also join in on debating the hot topic of that book which I am currently reading. Frankly I would like to smack the pair of them... but then again, I fear that may not be the solution...
PS: Something VERY SPECIAL is happening later today...
Fingers crossed Team GB!