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  • Day 103.

    No matter what my vocation in life, I will never be one to champion the mornings of Mondays… But I won’t whinge when the week is launched from a hammock, amidst some sunshine rays and views across the Sierra Nevada. #100happydays #day103

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  • Day 102.

    One of my favourite rituals when it comes to holiday packing… selecting the literary fodder I am going to guzzle whilst I’m drinking up the sunshine. #100happydays #day102

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  • Day 94.

    A sunny Sunday of penguins, Cotswolds countryside, rum&raisin, dead fish and birds both winged and womanly. The cherry on my weekend cake came disguised as a duo of mischievous parrots that are forever trapped in a toxic world of green gloop beneath a drinking cup, all courtesy of my little cherub playmate for the day. […]

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  • Day 82.

    The summer may have gone back to its regular home, but I can enjoy some interior sunshine in garish green courtesy of this bedside garden. #100happydays #day82

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  • Day 82.

    The summer may have gone back to its regular home, but I can enjoy some interior sunshine in garish green courtesy of this bedside garden. #100happydays #day82

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  • Day 80.

    We went down to the woods today, lost our disguise, got attacked by a mob of bears, but were fortunate enough to meet this kind souled cream furred fellow. We sunbathed together and he fed me burgers and hot dogs. #100happydays #day80