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Love Love Love...

Tonight Joe, Siobhan and I watched the wonderful Love Actually.
I know it is not Christmas 
but 
it IS a beautiful story about love
in all its forms.


So,
I started thinking about what I love.
I've been thinking really hard.
And I've decided to share a few of things that make me smile
in a rather silly fashion
or give me a little flutter 
right to the cockles of my heart.

The first one is obvious.

my very dashing boy.

This photo

It is my sister Marguerite as a child pretending that some plastic golf balls are her eyes...

I love my family in general



I love to read a good book with a cup of tea.
I was asked by a colleague of mine the other day 
to name my favourite book.
That is an impossible task for me.
I just don't know.
But I do love the following.



And that barely scratches the surface...

I love Queen.

Just don't ask me to name my favourite song.
I can't.
They practically have the score to my life
along with musicals that is


There are so many things I love to do or see 
 I will show you.


Sunsets
Letters from friends
Lahinch, Co. Clare
Kinvara, Co. Galway

Vilnius, Lithuania

Backpacking

My friends

Realistic South Park




Spaced

Mighty Boosh

So that is a pretty good round up.
Tell me what kind of things you love.
Please.
I would love to know.

Comments

  1. i love THIS. and you. :) maybe i'll post a few of the things i love. you are so great, Lu.

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