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Flying Pink Elephants: July 2015
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Saturday, 25 July 2015. As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was about to begin. I've been thinking about inspiration. Who and what inspires me. And why. In the beginning, there was my mum. My first inspiration. She still is, will always be. Because her kindness still shines through. Lots of other people inspire me and for lots of different reasons. For instance: My dad's wisdom, my husband's patience, my friend's parenting. The list is endless. Well that's what English is all about.". Words and pic...
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Flying Pink Elephants: August 2015
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Monday, 24 August 2015. Whatever you do Tommy, don't look behind you! Being of similar age, and only a fifteen minute car journey away, I spent a lot of my childhood days with my cousins. Strawberry picking, picnics in the park, and long bike rides - just a few of the happy and simple things we used to indulge in. This was before the Internet, when kids used to play outside! Isn't that what people harp on about these days? I know you have to move with the times sometimes, and I'm aware there are now virt...
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Flying Pink Elephants: May 2015
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Tuesday, 26 May 2015. Thank you May, for your second bank holiday. On this occasion, we spent the day at the village fayre, in a neighbouring village. Mark and I took my parents, and we all had such a lovely time. It's a picturesque place, with attractions on the village green, and surrounding area. There were stalls crammed with jewellery and arts and crafts. Hook-a-duck for the kids. The mad hatter stall. Beautifully decorated Cupcakes, yes I did buy one! This vehicle was a £1 a ride. Jamie Oliver and ...
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Flying Pink Elephants: June 2015
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Monday, 29 June 2015. The house on the cliff top. Mark and I are back from our yearly trip to Cornwall, because unfortunately we didn't win the National Lottery or the the EuroMillions. If we had of won, we could have purchased the stunning house on the cliff top (even though it wasn't for sale). Or called both our offices to inform we would not be returning to work, due to unforeseen circumstances (we have both agreed we will not expose our wealth, in case it should lead to jealousy and animosity).
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Flying Pink Elephants: February 2015
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Tuesday, 24 February 2015. I spy purple flowers. Oh hurry up Spring. Winter is all very well, it brings us Christmas and I adore Christmas. But once the festive period is closed it's all rather cold and dark. Until Spring pokes its head around the corner and reminds us pettier and sunnier days are ahead. Spring is my favourite season of the year, not too cold, not too hot. Just right. With daffodils and Easter eggs to cheer us. Oh it's nearly here. Colour is nearly the new black. The World According To Me.
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Flying Pink Elephants: The house on the cliff top
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Monday, 29 June 2015. The house on the cliff top. Mark and I are back from our yearly trip to Cornwall, because unfortunately we didn't win the National Lottery or the the EuroMillions. If we had of won, we could have purchased the stunning house on the cliff top (even though it wasn't for sale). Or called both our offices to inform we would not be returning to work, due to unforeseen circumstances (we have both agreed we will not expose our wealth, in case it should lead to jealousy and animosity).
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Flying Pink Elephants: October 2014
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Friday, 24 October 2014. A week to view. Arriving in London, to catch my train out of London, for my working day to begin. Too much time spent inside the train station in London, due to delays on the public transport. Still, it's a rather trendy looking place, with a few good shops to browse in, so all was not lost. Lemon cupcake. A day with lemon cupcake is a day with happiness. Need I say any more? That's Tommy's lunch box, he had grapes, he's the healthy one.). The World According To Me. There was a t...
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Flying Pink Elephants: Once upon a time, well, approximately twenty years ago...
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Wednesday, 15 July 2015. Once upon a time, well, approximately twenty years ago. There was a young lady called Nikki. She was not a beautiful princess, nor did she live in a big castle. She did, however, kiss a lot of frogs until she met her Prince Charming. And oh how she liked to party! Twirling around in her leather trousers, clutching her bottle of cider, and shouting the lyrics of her favourite tunes, all to her heart's content. See, I told you she was not a princess. What hedonistic days they were!
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Flying Pink Elephants: As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was about to begin
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Saturday, 25 July 2015. As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was about to begin. I've been thinking about inspiration. Who and what inspires me. And why. In the beginning, there was my mum. My first inspiration. She still is, will always be. Because her kindness still shines through. Lots of other people inspire me and for lots of different reasons. For instance: My dad's wisdom, my husband's patience, my friend's parenting. The list is endless. Well that's what English is all about.". Words and pic...
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Flying Pink Elephants: Cheese sandwich
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Saturday, 13 June 2015. Last night I dreamt about my brother again. I have a real love and hate relationship with these dreams. The setting is always the same; it's my parent's house and he suddenly appears in his bedroom/the lounge/the kitchen. I will always scream. In some dreams this is very normal. It's as if he popped out for a loaf of bread (albeit, with a 24 year detour) and he's home again. Isn't that nice. Now let's all have a cheese sandwich and move on. Last night's dream was different. Fo...
