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  • Day 101.

    Today I reprise my role as happiness huntress, and by doing so I am delving past the 100th day into a realm unknown. This cheery verdict came courtesy of a splendid postbox treat, inviting us to watch one of mother nature’s most perfectly crafted couplings getting hitched. This pixelated face is awash with squares of […]

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  • Day 83.

    As a little person I was always rather jealous of my parents and their piles of post from the man in the red jacket, and it was with covetous hands that I would forage the pile in hope of seeing my name. Nowadays, a dose of adult realisation has taught me that the post is […]

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  • Day 48.

    Once upon a time in the City of Angels there lived a man and a woman who were to be married. At the same time lived a writer in London whose words would assist them in twisting the key to the so called ball and chain. I don’t usually find commissions in editing a groom’s […]

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  • Day 38.

    For the past two years my April the 6th breakfast has been served with a side of bridal anticipation, a helping of butterflies and a monumental cloud of hairspray. Both years I sauntered down the aisle ahead of a heavenly bride, willing myself not to be labelled the blubbering bridesmaid. I was victorious on that […]