Today my parade is basking in sunlight and is entirely rainproof, as I can finally say hello to the new and improved, laurafeasey.com, fresh from the surgeons table, because even the virtual among us need a little facelift once in a while…
To celebrate, here’s a little story from my ‘About Me’ page…
I was five. I could still taste the saccharine sweet remnants of chocolate on my tongue. My mouth was smeared with cocoa crumbs and icing. My parents walked in, mouths wide open.
“Laura! Did you take a bite of grandma’s birthday cake?”
And so the storytelling began…
The burly fire fighters of London Town may be the knights of the city when it comes to burning buildings, but they’re also somewhat of a blessing with regards to the little things in life; that is, the little things that aren’t made for the introduction of little lives.
In the last year the London Fire Brigade has had to rescue over 1,500 toddlers, rug rats and teeny boppers from sticky situations, including (what I assumed was just an urban myth) several cases of Head vs. Railing. Other awkward objects included toy trains, toilet seats and traffic cones.
And all these heroic measures have crescendoed to the cool tune of a quarter of a million pounds… But perhaps Darwin would’ve just left them to it?
Apparently I once had all the makings of Madonna with my high notes and low notes, a comment that even Mr Cowell couldn’t hold a candle to. #100happydays #day77 #tbt