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.
Thursday, 13 June 2013
0148: CUPONK
0147: BEING HOT IN COLD AIR
It's so nice when you are hot and a bit pink in the cheeks, to go outside in the cool, crisp air and having the icy atmosphere nibble at your exposed skin. Maybe not to the extent of this poor little cherub. You can run, you can jump and not even get hot because its just so chilly outside. I love not getting red in the face or sweaty when I jog. And then, ironically, isn't it nice to come into your warm house, discover how ice cold most of your skin is - clothed or not - and getting all toasty warm again.
Wednesday, 12 June 2013
0146: LOOKING UP GOOD LOOKING PEOPLE
Monday, 10 June 2013
0145: BREAKFAST

It is the most important meal of the day. And it doesn't have to be boring Cheerio's and old milk - you can have Fruit Loops and bananas or cake!!
Here are some slightly less loopy ideas:
http://whatshouldieatforbreakfasttoday.com/
Sunday, 9 June 2013
0143: FIREPLACES
Saturday, 8 June 2013
0142: DANCE TROUPES
The inside and inter-schools cattiness, the dance mums, the jazz faces, the fat kids, the eisteddfods, the smell of hairspray, immaculate buns, lots of eye-shadow, the awkward boys, the prim donnas, that one person who is out of time or forgot the steps and the G-strings. Oh! the world of dance - and all that jazz.
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