We are crown clad when it comes to shape making on the badminton court. We’re not so regal when the racket strings capture the shuttlecock and we look like a dog who has lost his ball. #100happydays #day79
Day 78.
Once the mercury levels surpass twenty there’s only two letters that need be uttered for the evening. G and T. #100happydays #day78
Day 77.
Apparently I once had all the makings of Madonna with my high notes and low notes, a comment that even Mr Cowell couldn’t hold a candle to. #100happydays #day77 #tbt
Day 76.
Often I wonder if I should work within a cocoon of blank walls to dissuade my daydreaming eyes. As the film world has its sights on Cannes, today’s reveries have been directed at whispers of a week spent six years…
Day 75.
In need of summer decoration for the feet. Inexperienced applicants only. Will teach you the ways of the world and introduce you to a vast network of other footwear friends in comfortable wardrobe lodgings. Plenty of sunshine and lazy days…
Day 74.
Dinner time never looked so fine as in the Feasey Thomas household where gold reigns supreme and every meal feels like a banquet. Happiness can be unearthed in the most monotonous of objects. #100happydays #day74
The Trilogy.
This week’s Monday Muse is more purposeful than my usual tangent of thought, because I’m as pleased as vodka-spiked punch to snatch three more nominations from the blogosphere. This trilogy of accolades is sticking the middle finger up to…
Day 73.
And so we have found the crucial tools for igniting some sparks of creativity as a song writing duo. I’m not sure that Thomas and Feasey has the same ring to it as Rodgers and Hammerstein or Lennon and McCartney…
Day 72.
I was reminded today of my very first love. I was just five years old, it was love at first sight and I have been tumbling into an abyss of affection ever since. The object of my adoration was a…
Day 71.
Today a beam of enlightenment was brought to my door as I was educated in the ways of the ginger beer drinker. I learned that this fiery fizzy substance is best sipped through a straw. Because breathing in ginger carbonated…
Flash Fiction Friday. Seconds.
For now, his time was borrowed.
Day 70.
Today’s Throwback Thursday had me delving into a box filled with childhood echoes. A trifle entertaining, a little embarrassing, but tremendously wonderful. Here’s my cast list for a somewhat over ambitious primary school production of Grease. You can forgive the…
