Sight: Table, what table. It is covered in a huge wooden train track set I am making from scratch for my son’s birthday on Saturday, there are trees, and snow and bits of craft things everywhere. My computer nestled in amongst the chaos and paperwork piled on top of the computer.
Sound: I can hear the wind outside turning our clothesline, trees gently scratching against the windows with the wind, my computer humming.
Scent: Dried hot glue from the hot glue gun
Taste: Burnt skin, as I suck on my finger that I burnt with the hot glue again.Touch: Hot sting as I burnt my finger on the hot glue again.
Nikki Lockwood 