Working World, if even..

Today I woke up and started my working journey, it's part of the experience, and it's not bad work, these kids are great. I found myself clinging to my duvet as if it were my shield from the lurking chills sweeping the floors below me ready to pounce. I hit snooze twice, and browsed facebook to coincidentally come across this picture, chuckle.

On route to drop off's, I was treated with my first Starbucks experience, I indulged in the first to catch my eye " Cinnamon Mocha Latte" Grande, I gathered I would try each and every one on my journey, and in three months I should have a favourite. It was magic to the lips, I no longer place a stereotype on Starbuck's lovers, the legend exists !

After running a few errands and learning the routes of my soon to be daily routine, I was greeted with mail, old fashioned, in an envelope, in a post box mail. My heart fluttered with excitement despite the inevitable bestower. Bless you mom. I scurried downstairs to peer at the contents, it's a secret you will have to let your imagination fly. Here's the evidence though: