Small Stuff

This morning I felt ill. It was raining, windy and cold. The bus driver did not know the route and went the wrong way. The traffic was heavy. I was late for work. The Auditors were in. I lost my sheep earmuffs.

On the other hand.
I was allowed to leave early. I kept a café date with a friend. My friend gave me a lift home in her posh, black, convertible BMW with personalised number plate and heated leather seats. She noticed the button had come off my lunch bag (see photo) that was a present from my future step daughter. Jeff stuck the button back on for me.
I have a dry house and warm bed and people to hug me and food to eat and lemsip to sip.
Lucky, lucky me.
Good times :-)