Bruised

My lip is bruised from kissing a dummy. James and I finally got around to going and doing a CPR course today and my lip is bruised- from giving the kiss of life to a dummy that remained stubbornly dead. Made me think about kissing frogs. Sometimes though- I think it is the princess that is turned magically into something better by kissing a frog- rather than the other way around.

Today's treasures: the peace of mind that I have finally done the CPR course that I should have done ages ago and know that it is 2 breaths to 30 compressions on a clackety clack chest. I felt butterflies of panic in my gut as we practiced, because as much as I tried to push the thought away, it came back... imagine needing to do this for real. But better to have a clue than not.

My Valentine's roses- still beautiful.

These gorgeous Penny Black scrapbooking stickers that I found today and having the day off work.

It is late and I am resisting going to bed. This happens when you have had the marvelous freedom of a day off and you don't want it to end.

Another cup of tea and to bed as the lights have gone out again and the insects are fluttering around me to get to the light of my screen.