And finally, after part un and after part deux of my trip to Disneyland Paris, comes the blog post that I just know you have all been waiting (on the edge of your seats) to read.
So, I told you how first off Mr Goofy flirted with me.
But, then (the very next day) he pretended not to realise that I was there, like right there looking at him (lovingly).
So, I had to wait with a long line of children, just so that my dearest Mr Goofy could give in to his inner-most-desires and show me that, really, he loved me too.
And, now, I am the rather proud (forever) keeper of a signed Mr Goofy postcard (but without kisses).
My life is (almost) complete.
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I do love a fairytale with a happy ending x
oh yes, I should add… ‘and they all lived happily ever after’. x
Everything comes to those who wait?
Truly, it’s important for your art to know how suffering and joy can touch the very soul, so I’m sure your future readers will be blessed by your Goofy trauma/ecstacy experience!
Wasn’t he a cad toying with you like that?!
Oh Darren, your comment is so full of wisdom. I will so be using my Goofy-angst into everything I ever write from now on (and forever). And yet, still, I can’t help but love him… (sob)
I’m going to tell G x
Noooooo! don’t. you. dare
That is a fab photo Caroline
C x
Thanking you, lovely one.
I’m going to tell Simon!
noooo, you can’t!
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