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Happy

Now, today has been a **** day in every single way.

Today was the start of my holiday in Spain, until French strikes,

caused me pain. We were not flying.

Now, I did not weep, wail or flail my skin, instead, I said c'est la vie.

They are so very French.

Reminded myself that the French are cheese eating surrender monkeys,

awful at football (soccer) dreadful at tennis, middling in rugby,

and tend to suffer delusions of grandeur **** a French word!)

They lost at Agincourt, Waterloo, WW2, think snails are a delicacy,and  allowed Mr. ****** in to rub their bellies.

But, I am H.A.P.P.Y.

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Because I'm eating strawberries and cream, whilst watching Wimbledon.

How very British!

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Camellia-japonica
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Jun 24, 2014
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24/06/2014

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