Today was one of those perfect days. J, Freya and I visited our families, which is always fun. When we got home and Freya was sleeping I looked out of the kitchen door at the summer sun dropping down in the sky and soaked up the sense of... well, happiness. We spend so much time concentrating on the bad stuff (people being ill, things not working, frustrating jobs, forgetting to buy cheese, again) that we (OK, 'I') forget that there are moments like this.
Hang on. Three posts in one day? It must be time for bed.