500 Plain White Envelopes
Just got back from the Lake District, left early because my family have an inability to treat each other in the ways of civilised human beings. Sometimes it feels as if they're all at war. A raging battle and i'm caught in the midst.
It's raining, which for some would be a bad thing, but i love the rain. It's like soft drumming with no particular rythm but still sounds remotely musical.