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  • Day 79.

    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

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  • 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

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  • 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 ago at the film festival, an experience that has been etched on my soul evermore… […]

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  • 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 included. Unique features appreciated. #100happydays #day75

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  • 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

  • Monday Muse.
  • 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 my single Liebster nomination of a few weeks ago… not that I wasn’t grateful then, […]

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  • 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 but watch this space… #100happydays #day73

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  • 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 black patent princess pair of brogues that had a key hidden under their heel. These […]

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  • 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 whispers is definitely not a pleasant experience. No one witnessed the spluttering, which led me […]