I just realised that my post on Vanity Fair's 1st green issue was a first for me too, my first 100 posts!
When I started I thought it would take me a year to do that many. Is this a sign of a wasted life or just an interminably long winter. Please, someone get spring started in my neck of the woods. Even in Edinburgh, just 4 miles away, they have blossom and bulbs growing in the gardens. But here, right now as I type there is a howling wind that is quite literally shaking my house.
If it's shaking my house what on earth must it be doing to this little lovely that I would LOVE to own...
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Happy 100th and I like this little spot, perfect place to have seet dreams!
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