Beards (my blog for Claire)

Have you ever watched 'Sons of Anarchy'?

No?

You should.

Yes?

Isn't it brilliant!!

I am obsessed with Opie. Seriously, YUM!

My housemate's girlfriend recommended it, and we have been having quite a marathon viewing of the show. I had seen a few sporadic episodes, and I thought it was alright. But now that I am watching it in by series, I have become addicted.

The show itself is at times brutal. Seriously brutal. But it is also beautifully shot, emotionally compelling and best of all... it is full of bearded men. I swear, I am in hirsuite heaven.

There has been a running joke, amongst my pals that I have a type. I have always scoffed at the idea of having a type. It is ridiculous. However, I am slowly beginning to think that it is true!I was at a gig in Glasgow last week, and I was tripping over bearded beauties. I have never been so happy! The criteria appear to be rather straight-forward.

Bearded

Tall

Broad

Some would say that just a beard is enough. I disagree!

I have however decided that I shall share some of my favourite beards. Claire, this is especially for you...

This list is far from complete. There are just too many beards to take in to consideration.

Tonight, I felt after watching another couple of episodes of SoA that I would appreciate the ruggedness of a full, filled out facial hair feast.

Sweet dreams amigos!

Lu x

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Ah November. You have returned.

I woke up this morning with a dullness in my heart that I normally don't have in the morning.
On my mornings allocated to sleep in I resemble a sloth blissfully unaware of life in a cocoon, but on a normal morning I wake up with a bit of a bounce. I start my day with a bit of shower time karaoke. I dance around the bedroom as I get dressed for the day. I have a great time. ( Jeez, as I write this I suddenly appreciate Stuart's morning patience a little bit more! Ha!) Anyway, the point being, despite a very early bed time last night I woke up a wee bit deflated.

Then I remembered that my old nemesis November has returned.
I did a quick calculation. Marguerite would be 32 next week.
32! Being 32 was one of my favourite times.
Another quick calculation, Marguerite will be gone 15 years this month. 15 years. 2 more years and she will be gone as long as she was with us.
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3)Go zorbing
4)Learn a new language
5)Visit the Sistine Chapel
6)Make a quilt (I've always wanted to. I blame Winona Ryder)
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8)Parachute Jump with Agata

9)Raise money for charity
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I have started this blog post four times now.
I think that is a new record for my procrastination.
I didn't do a New Year blog, and my previous versions of this were a look back on 2019.
I'll be very honest, I don't want to look back on 2019.
I want to put it in a box, and seal it away forever.

There were some fabulous moments. Of course there were! I got engaged to the most wonderful man I have ever known. I witnessed the weddings of some of my best friends. Babies were born. There was an abundance of soft play, cuddles and karaoke.

For me, 2019 will mostly remind me of being ill. It was a huge part of the year. The worry consumed me for the majority of the latter half. I now know more about hypertension, blood pressure, kidney function and kidney failure than I ever thought necessary.

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