For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Wednesday 6 February 2013
0015: BALLOONS
They are magnificent. When one sees a balloon, I daresay the immediate thought is: "bring on the good times."
Now to that poor soul afraid of balloons, I apologise, for you may not find them quite so joyous. However, I implore you to release your fears and enjoy their splendour and majesty.
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