While in the bath today, a seahorse formed in the soapy water. It was moments before it stretched into something unrecognizable...and what are the chances of this ever happening again, so you'll have to take my word for it. That'll teach me to go anywhere without my camera.

My Mother, before my Father came along, had a boyfriend who gave her a seahorse. A real, tiny, once alive seahorse, suspended in a resin mould as a gift. What a gift. Did he know that seahorses are monogamous and mate for life? Poor thing, it never worked out.

The seahorse looks delicate and slightly shocked. I used to love it when I was young and I've since taken it to my apartment where it now lives atop my bookcase. Thinking of it now, it seems strange I don't think of it everyday, this sea creature stolen and encased in a plastic tomb, sharing my home. How far away and alone it would feel if it could and were alive. I shall give you more notice oh little horsey of the sea.

For my last birthday, my boyfriend at the time wanted to buy me a bluetooth. And while I can certainly appreciate hands free talking, somehow I feel that gift giving has gone downhill. Truth be told I'd be horrified to receive a dead sea creature, but wouldn't turn my head at say, something glittery and pretty like this...