My hair is really long now. So long that my mum looks at me with barely hidden disapproval and says ‘you hair is very long’. (in my mums world you hair should reflect your age. Im clearly way to old for almost mid riff length hair.)
Sun is out. Im about to buy lunch. Exciting stuff. Tonight Ol will give it another try with the bangers and mash. He bought me kebab yesterday. That is like an Elin dinner.
Over and out.
Yes, it is a very unmade bed in the background. Its early morning ok, dont judge me.
Letters to my family 