Aren't I lucky to be able to alliterate that title.
I'm a Welsh student in Nottingham. I mostly reblog phenomenally geeky things.
Rain. I was in the back of the car, looking out of the right-hand rear mirror, and just saw rain flowing down the glass. I think I’d just come back from a fair, where I’d shot an arrow at Mr Blobby and hit a buffalo. I won a prize for that. But what I remember is the rain.
My parents once told me I was 4.