me and nannas have a lot in common. we dont like to run much. we like tea. we're both fond of words like poppit. and well there is the flowers thing. i love flowers like a nanna. i love them most especially on days like today when theres sun shine. where grey nurse sky has given way to the blood of the queen. they smell , often more than i do, and thats enough my friend/s to make me love a lot of things. not things like poo though. its spring sprinkles and theres two weeks till my next assessment induced existential crisis woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo