Crumbling Violetly

fortyish australian, lives in terraced house in north london with a 4 year old and a feisty but fading goldfish. reads far too many 'mommyblogs'. misses sunshine and blue skies and twisties. addicted to reading actual books, sleeping and the scent of roses in other people's gardens.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Bookworm


Upon arriving home from nursery and being freed from the restraints of his buggy (after bedtime, mind you), Matteo heads for the lounge and buries himself in a book.
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