We should all stop and smell the roses

Thoughts on the beauty surrounding us

There’s a debate going on in my household (aka between Andy and me) on whether or not I talk a lot. It was only when I spent the entire fifteen minute walk home from the grocery store with him, trying to explain the difference between Georgian and Edwardian houses and making such a mess of it that I ended up saying “Georgian-Edwardian” in the hope that he’d understand I actually meant Georgian when I was trying to make the point that they’re so much nicer than Victorian houses – that I realised Andy might actually be right. (He thinks I am a “chatterbox”.)¹