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Being happy


Have you ever had a moment in your life where you feel completely out of control?
A moment where little issues are suddenly seeming to be enormous?
Moments where the idea of sitting and crying seems like the only course of action to clear your mind?
I've had a few of those moments lately.
Actually I've had a lot of those moments lately.
My usual sunny personality has had a dark cloud hanging over it. Even worse, I've become a moaning myrtle. Ugh.
This weekend, after a particularily horrid week of the above, I spent some time with my boy.
We chatted and he told me that he is quite worried about me. That my usual ability to let things slide off my back has been replaced by a downtrodden, sad Lu.
I felt pretty bad to be bringing my issues home I must admit.
So after much wine, pizza and deep conversation I feel I can now draw a line in the sand.
Start again.

So I'm putting on my happy face.
And I'm going to tell you about some of the things that make me smile.
Because in sharing these things, it will give me a smile too.

1. Thought provoking signs



The one which is probably most specific to me at the moment


2. Spending time with my James

Nearly 5 years in and we have our ups and downs like any other couple. Thankfully the ups have been far more plentiful than the downs.
This weekend we decided to spend as much it together as possible.
We saw The Expendables 2

It was a cheese fest and a half! The body count was ridiculous, the cheesy lines came in abundance and James tells me at one point I was actually sitting on the edge of my seat. I loved it but I can't guarantee you will. You should still try.

We followed the expendables with a tapas dinner. James suggested it. I find it hard to believe the man who when I met him would rarely eat anything other than chilli (Without veg) and pot noodle would want tapas but low and behold tapas it was!

3. Walking around Edinburgh.

I adore walking around Auld Reekie. Perhaps not so much at the moment has the streets are full of tourists looking for the castle that is sitting above them! It is quite hard to miss yet it seems to happen regularly. Saying that I asked someone once where Buckingham Palace was while standing right beside it. Embarrassing doesn't even cover it.

Edinburgh is a city that continually suprises with its beauty. Fancy a few shots?


The Botanical Gardens


The Water of Leith


New Haven


Braid Burn

The Meadows

4. QI

Since James and I joined the world of technology a few weeks ago the one thing that I have been soaking myself in is QI. It is just so clever and witty.



5. Ducks.

Weird, I know, but I love ducks. Primark have just started selling a duck shower curtain. I want it so badly. It looks rather like this but not quite as cheesy.
Showerdrape Quackers Shower Curtain, Multi

6. Writing

I love to write.
Poems,
Stories,
Letters
I love it.
But I have been rather negligent of late.
It helps me process the inner workings of my mind.
It may even be what keeps me sane.

7. Reading.
I have two books on the trot at the moment.
Ulysses
(phew! What a read!)
and
To Kill a Mockingbird.
They are both on the BBC Top 100 Books
that I'm trying to to get through before I'm 30.
I think everyone should read.
It is good for the mind
and great for the imagination.

I'm going to stop and 7. Why? Because it is a pretty number. No other reason.
Happy Sunday to you guys.
Lu xx


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