January 03, 2012

small stone 3

Last morning of the holidays demands a cup of tea in bed. 
fingers curled around the hot cup, 
wisps of steam ironing out the sleepy crinkles of my face. 


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7 comments:

  1. flowers on my table3 January 2012 at 13:05

    I don't believe you have any crinkles Belinda! Lovely! Keep up the good work, love Linda x

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  2. Suz3 January 2012 at 15:26

    You have a lovely blog and you always surprise me with your beautiful images when I have been away too long.

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  3. hostess of the humble bungalow3 January 2012 at 15:46

    Sounds like a wonderful slow start to your day but I agree with the former comment...not a crinkle in sight~!

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  4. webb3 January 2012 at 16:12

    No crinkles, but the idea of tea in bed - priceless!

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  5. Ali4 January 2012 at 00:56

    I'm having that day today.

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  6. Magic Bean4 January 2012 at 03:06

    Cheers. SmallBean and I are watching Harry Potter and eating cheesecake. Can't think of a better way to spend our last day of the hols. And I am drinking mugs of crinkle-ironing tea too. Ax

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  7. Anonymous4 January 2012 at 06:17

    That doesn't work for me, perhaps I've had my crinkles for too long.

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