Ode to a bacon roll

O bacon roll!
Each glad morning I rush to greet thee,
your crusty roll
your salty bacon.

O thou are not beautiful, o no!
But thou taste so divine,
that my love for thee
is blind.

My new home sweet home

In the midst of end-of-term madness and I have not had the energy or time to post, but here are some photos. I love it in my new flat and wake up every morning happy--and little bluebirds bring me my clothes in the morning. Scotland is magical, isn't it?