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 22 May 2013
0125: BUMP-INS
The picture doesn't really work, I just thought it was super cute. Anyway, when you see an old friend after years and years (or a few measly weeks for those social butterflies out there), it's really quite nice to have a little catch up. Obviously if you hate the person and are avoiding them that could be quite an uncomfortable meeting and a failed attempt at evasion.
Today, I saw my piano teacher from primary school. It was the most adorable meeting and there were smiles all round.
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