Day 95.

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Why hang your coat on a hook when you can drape it on the horn of a rhino, on the snout of a pig, or on the schnoz of a moo cow? #100happydays #day95

Day 94.

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A sunny Sunday of penguins, Cotswolds countryside, rum&raisin, dead fish and birds both winged and womanly. The cherry on my weekend cake came disguised as a duo of mischievous parrots that are forever trapped in a toxic world of green gloop beneath a drinking cup, all courtesy of my little cherub playmate for the day. I will grant them a good abode. #100happydays #day94

Day 93.

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Old friends are the very best of friends, and Mr T Rex and I go way back. #100happydays #day93

Day 92.

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I am the Queen of this manor and now I have a crown to prove it. #100happydays #day92

Day 91.

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Looking forward to sinking my gnashers into the inimitable imagination of Mr Dahl. #100happydays #day91

Day 90.

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Nothing like a plateful of beefcake to conquer whilst in the midst of long lunch, although I hadn’t trained my brain, or my mouth, for such a serving. Yes that is a girly nibble and a lipstick stained bun. #100happydays #day90

Day 89.

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Having hitched a ride here all the way from China, this little cat still resides in his cardboard box. He steals all my money, and the pennies of visitors too; they cannot resist hearing his loveable little meow as he pockets the lot. #100happydays #day89

Day 88.

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Homer Simpson’s life love after beer and his blue haired wife. The love of my life for a mere moment of this rain sopped bank holiday Monday. #100happydays #day88

Day 87.

Why of course happiness makes an appearance masquerading as a china bunny with an illuminated tail. What else could it conceivably have dressed up as? #100happydays #day87

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Day 83.

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As a little person I was always rather jealous of my parents and their piles of post from the man in the red jacket, and it was with covetous hands that I would forage the pile in hope of seeing my name. Nowadays, a dose of adult realisation has taught me that the post is not so sensational, unless you receive the most wonderful of postbox surprises… a nuptial summons from a pair of fellow mad hatters that I know are going to wed amidst one hell of a party. I’m so excited it took me forever to be sensical. #100happydays #day83