Our cherub isn't a fan of this weather. And I can sympathise with that!
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I thought this whole "writing every day" thing would get easier every day. It kind of does, it's becoming a habit again. It ...
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I'm Natasha - a sports coach, fourth year uni student and totally amateur photographer.
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I carry my memories of you In a cabin bag stashed in The overheard compartments And in them are the missed birthdays, the "Can't ...
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You know Christmas is well and truly on it's way when a friend stops by with a 4kg Christmas Cake and goes "Can you help me po...
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I don’t know if I believe in guardian angels or not, but if they are up there – if there’s someone keeping watch – then I bet she...
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It has struck me that 90% of the photos I've taken this year are of flowers, and I've got a couple of reasons for this. The f...
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Our love story was always a love story. We were never anything else. None of this “will they? Won’t they?” We would. We always would. Becaus...
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I thought this whole "writing every day" thing would get easier every day. It kind of does, it's becoming a habit again. It ...
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So I was gong to play catch-up again, but then I looked at the sheer number of posts that I'd have to, y'know, post - and what ...
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When the sun comes out, I loll. I kind of amble about and collapse in the garden, and then play some badminton and collapse in the shad...
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When he ambles out of the shower, towel slung around his hips, you no longer blush and avert your gaze. The water droplets clinging to ...
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I'm sorry that I write about a man who isn't you I'm sorry that I write about inside jokes the we never laughed at, I...
Popular Posts
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I carry my memories of you In a cabin bag stashed in The overheard compartments And in them are the missed birthdays, the "Can't ...
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You know Christmas is well and truly on it's way when a friend stops by with a 4kg Christmas Cake and goes "Can you help me po...
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I don’t know if I believe in guardian angels or not, but if they are up there – if there’s someone keeping watch – then I bet she...
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It has struck me that 90% of the photos I've taken this year are of flowers, and I've got a couple of reasons for this. The f...
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Our love story was always a love story. We were never anything else. None of this “will they? Won’t they?” We would. We always would. Becaus...
-
I thought this whole "writing every day" thing would get easier every day. It kind of does, it's becoming a habit again. It ...
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So I was gong to play catch-up again, but then I looked at the sheer number of posts that I'd have to, y'know, post - and what ...
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When the sun comes out, I loll. I kind of amble about and collapse in the garden, and then play some badminton and collapse in the shad...
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When he ambles out of the shower, towel slung around his hips, you no longer blush and avert your gaze. The water droplets clinging to ...
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I'm sorry that I write about a man who isn't you I'm sorry that I write about inside jokes the we never laughed at, I...