Bluebells by the side of the road. A memory from my childhood of walking through the bluebell woods by my house with my aunty, picking a big bunch of flowers for my mum, so big I had to use two little hands to hold them. Selecting the flowers by pulling the stems, when they're ready and come out clean, touching the cold delicate white bottom of the stem to my nose. Bluebells are protected now and there's no picking, but I still love to look. Fields of blue under the trees.
Had a job interview today. Think it went ok, I did a lot of talking, a good thing?? Time will tell!