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  • Day 85.

    So Laura created a fusion of milk and strawberries, producing a girlish glass of pink that no other liquid could hold a candle to. And Laura saw that it was good. #100happydays #day85

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  • Day 58.

    In a bid to collate my chaotic collection of loose pages I have invested my pretty pennies in a journal of the leather bound kind. One day soon these loose thoughts will have transmogrified into something bookshelf worthy. And what publisher could possibly resist a manuscript written entirely in pink ink? #100happydays #day58

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  • Day 50.

    Today’s happiness stars a shopping bag loaded with a fuchsia cockatoo and a boy’s batman sweatshirt. The bird will join our household zoo of exotic creatures in rainbow shades. The sweatshirt will join my hare-brained wardrobe. #100happydays #day50

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  • Day 42.

    Cat socks. Beaming in luminous pink and purple. Just because my wardrobe is often muted in colour, does not mean my feet aren’t euphorically dancing in their shoes amidst rainbows. If I had a cat I would call him McQueen. Or Mr Whiskerson. Both sound rather grand. And they’d suit a squishy faced Persian. #100happydays […]