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Welcome to my little world. (Seen mostly through a lens.) Come In, I'll put the kettle on.
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Showing posts with label portrait.. Show all posts
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Friday
Something beginning with D....
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...Disco Hair
Today at bath-time I popped out of the bathroom for a minute to get clean pyjama's for the boys, and could hear Dylan in hysterics.
"You look like a disco man in a nightclub Boo!" said Dylan, cracking up.
I grabbed my camera, knowing I was in for a treat, and returned, PJ's in hand, just in time to see Boo busting some moves in the bath with an afro made of bubbles on his head, and singing a song that went something like this
"Oh yeah...I'm a disco man...I got the moves....ooooh yeah, uh huh....."
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Tuesday
Thursday
Something beginning with L...
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Looking after these two lovely little ladies today. They stumbled across the flower crowns I'd bought to adourn my head at V festival this Sunday, and they fell in love.
If you can't take a picture of a flower princess on a Thursday afternoon, when can you? :)
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Sunday
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They are especially camera shy aren't they??
Happy Weekend.
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Thursday
Monday
Something beginning with D...
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...Dylan Alfie.
It's not very often that we see this little fella sit still. He's so full of beans and personality and smiles and chatter and laughter and noise and...LIFE, and he runs everywhere at 100 miles an hour, A Dylan-blur.
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Wednesday
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Meet my Big brother. *waves *
One of the finest human beings that the world has in it.
He hasn't paid me to say that, I swear.
Infact, he'd probably pay me NOT to say that... But any which way you look at it, It's a fact.
We did a spot of graffiti together, (we were 9, and it was pen...don't judge us!!).
We were grounded together (See above.)
We went to clubs together (He was 18, and I was 17, tagging along, trying to be cool).
We drank M/D 20/20 together. (I fell over before we'd ever arrived anywhere)
He taught me how to ride a scooter (His!)
Without him, I definitely would've flunked my GCSE maths.
He taught me how not, to hit like a girl...
Oh! And he can do a bloody brilliant moonwalk when he is drunk. It's kind of become a measurer-of-drunkeness among those close to him. If he does it. He's drunk.
He just is, and always will be, a bloody pleasure to be around.
I'm just very very grateful, that of all of the brothers, in all of the land, I got him.
Love you, Man X
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