Archives for posts with tag: laugh

I got my necklace fixed. Finally. My beautiful necklace that I wear everyday.

Nan’s pressed flowers. They worked and they look beautiful. They’re up in my room now.

I loled a few times today at No Such Thing As A Fish. And I listened to a new one.

**UPDATE** My cousin is here for the night. And she makes me lol. “UPDATE. I only went for two sanitary towels”

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Mike made me laugh after dinner. It got rid of some of the stress. I can’t even remember what he said. But I noticed a difference.

‘Look like an owl’

Sitting and talking to the older woman making a t-shirt bag. It felt really peaceful. It felt like me.

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Rehearsing for Mirth Control and seeing our view out into the Royal Festival Hall from where we’ll be singing. Eek!
So much walking. Over two hours of London walking. And claimed as working hours. Win.
‘Who gave you that computer? The 1980’s?’

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Deciding to not give a fuck.
Making everyone laugh at dinner.
Milkybar deserts. I’d forgotten about them.

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Smelling the grass and the air at Aotearoa Stonehenge.
His dad saying bellend and not meaning a penis and me smirking with my head down, trying not to laugh.
An accidental fart. Funnier because I couldn’t laugh as much as I wanted to.

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A really infectious giggly laugh that caught me of guard and cheered me right up.
A bird flying right at me and then stopping and hovering in mid-air right in front of me. Only for a second. But a long second.
Saying goodbye to a favourite customer and hearing her say lovely things about me. Plus a hug.

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He finished our beautiful black and white tiled kitchen in our van. I love it so much. Is there anything better than black and white tiles?
The ridiculous wind at the market this morning.
Trying to carry him to bed and hearing him giggle like a maniac.

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A funny email from my friend that genuinely made me LOL.

A lovely email from a favourite colleague saying goodbye (because I’m leaving, it wasn’t a suicide note).

Discovering there is such a thing as a breakfast cake.

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One of the cards I made for next weekend particularly tickled me.

A surprise Malteaser bunny

A giggling, tickling fit

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My very friendly physiotherapist who laughed with me at my pathetically weak legs

Walking home and feeling so warm in the sun that I had to take my coat off

Stepping foot in our new office for the first time.

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Dinner with friends.

The beauty of city lights.

A silly joke: A parsnip, a pickle and a penis were talking about their awful lives. The parsnip said ‘my life sucks, when I get big and fat they cut me up and cook me’. The pickle said ‘when I get big and fat they cover me in vinegar & throw me in a jar.’ The penis said ‘when I get big and fat they pull a plastic bag over my head, stick me in a dark, damp room and bang my head against the wall till I throw up and pass out! ‘

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