to be, with all her broken heart, where the wild things are, once more.
what that root is growing out of the sink...
a bee-sized boot, living in a big, wooden bookcase.
a headily fresh bunch of mint.
a warm, snuggly, soft as soft, old fluffy blanket.
having difficulty changing back from the ever so lovely teapot.
a nice cup of tea and a biscuit.