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#3bt:27

* hearing that my mum is almost nearly getting another greyhound has made my day

* coming to the end of a series that i wasn’t really enjoying anymore 

* toast is getting braver, hopping around, climbing all over me, and snuggling up for cuddles

#3bt:26 

the top 3 on my list which, by the way, is not laminated and subject to change without notice at any time

* rick witter

* dennis haysbert

* danko jones

#3bt:25

* a fat vicar walking across sainsbury’s car park in sandals pushing a loaded trolley (would have made a great #picaday but i was driving)

* the circular and compact nature of rabbit poo

* boy 2 and his zombie walk 

#3bt:24

* watching toast hop around and sniff out her new surroundings

* black clouds are rolling across an otherwise blue night sky as i type

* the smell of tuna and rice wafting in from the kitchen

#3bt:23 - another weekend away

* drinking pimm’s that @richardmoreland made because he follows my tweets and is in the know :-)

* visiting a farm and seeing a pony who had as much of a freckly face as me

* tea, chocolate and the new weeds - i want to be mary-louise parker sooo much

#3bt:22

* sharing a red stripe after a busy day’s work

* 4 unsticky kitchen chairs with their legs screwed on the right way are a beautiful thing and make me immensely happy

* remembering a night of europop and pretending to be deutsch with mr rogers

#3bt:21 - dad

it was dad’s birthday yesterday and this was the first year that i’ve not been able to buy him a present or shout happy birthday down the phone - i have a million memories of him but i wish i could have had so many more, i miss him like mad. here’s 3 little known (and purposefully unsentimental) things about my dad…

* he passed out on the kitchen floor after too much booze on his 60th birthday

* he loved chelsea fc so much that one of his tattoos read, ‘hutch is too much osgood is good ’

* he had the most beautiful handwriting ever

#3bt:20

* pretending to be a crocodile and chasing boy 1 in the pool today with boy 2 on my back

* drinking wine out of new wine glasses

* fluffy towels

#3bt:19

* london zooming by as we went flying with peter pan - i was on the verge of tears, it was just amazing

* men giving up their seats on the tube in rush hour, thank you

* boy 1 thinking that ‘bum bum’ is the naughtiest thing that he could ever say

#3bt:18

* ingrained white flip flop lines on my otherwise brown feet

* going to my first dance class and being totally crap but enjoying every moment of it

* eating humous and smoking rollies on the front step with my ma, i love her to pieces

#3bt:17 - the luton weekend

* trampolining and still being able to do swivel hips

* the munday’s summer house complete with shells and binoculars - i so love that place!

* boy 1 not minding that we were stuck on the m25 because of all the diggers and aeroplanes he could see

#3st:1

yep, that’s right - today’s post is titled 3 shit things. not because i’ve had a particularly horrible day or anything, but in recognition of my dear friend sophie. this one’s for you…

* being woken up early in the morning - no idea what the time was - by  a drunk telling me that michael jackson was dead. when i refused to believe him he proceeded to play radio 4 in my ear. it was being woken up, not the king of pop being dead, that upset me most at that time in the morning

* boys picked up from creche and in back of car ready to go home. blocked in by car stopped in random fashion in front of me. having to wait 15 minutes for the students who are moving out of halls to put their belongings in car and MOVE OUT OF MY BLOODY WAY!

* house inadequacy in the form of magnolia, artex and the biggest offender, woodchip. aarghh!

#3bt:16

* watching a mummy duck pick up the bread we threw in the pond to pass to baby duck 

* sitting and starting work in a still office before everyone else got in this morning. oddly pleasurable

* the smell of dettol