tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86044694485752924932009-11-27T06:04:57.478-08:00Ms Demenorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951096457017592360noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604469448575292493.post-83367396998926935692006-12-22T00:40:00.000-08:002006-12-22T00:46:36.329-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtVEArxkkWU/RYuaQ8N-1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gbrS4WXXLsA/s1600-h/ist1_1724500_champagne_cork_premium.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011268626213164754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtVEArxkkWU/RYuaQ8N-1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gbrS4WXXLsA/s320/ist1_1724500_champagne_cork_premium.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In the hurrying rush of life it's easy to forget to stop and tell someone you appreciate them. Or just remembering to be grateful. Not so much brown papaer packages wrapped up with string, but more the warm, luxe feeling of your worries sorted, the welcome feel of a hot shower after a ghastly day. The brillant luck of a bright shiny taxi turning the corner, stopping for you when you've given up hope.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604469448575292493-8336739699892693569?l=nothingtowear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ms Demenorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951096457017592360noreply@blogger.com0