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Happy Things


My lovely friend Bee posted a blog post this evening of her happy things. Many people know I like to read, it's a thing I shout about on a daily (cough-hourly-cough) basis. But, I thought I'd trawl through the dusty recesses of my mind and list some things that make me happy. Maybe it'll be something I can come back to and cheer me up on a rainy day? Or maybe you, too, decide to mind-vomit some happy things. I like senselessly, carelessly writing what comes into my head. Let's do this.

the smell when everything is cold and damp outside and there are leaves on the ground
my dog's ears
bookshop smell
cosy blankets
hot tea
hot coffee
evenings with my mum and dad and sister
my cousin Harry's laugh
laughing
washing my hands in hot water
standing under the shower with my face up
heavy rain
feeling breathless
recalling a memory and getting a funny feeling in your tummy
choosing books for people and them actually liking them
feeling full up from a really good meal
turning my battery back on when I've had it off
falling asleep with the tv on when the sound goes funny
being ridiculously funny and not being thought weird
being high up
taking off in a plane
swinging on a swing
drinking wine with my best friend Rachel
laughing so much it hurts and you feel sick and can't breathe
when someone touches you and you shiver inside
my hair being played with
new books
old books
rereading books
finishing work I'm proud of
completing a to do list


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I really could go on. It is past midnight now and I'm getting up at 7am to get to University at 8am because I'm going to be on Siren FM. Tis all very nerve-wracking and exciting and I really should try and sleep now.

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