Strive

Thursday, chilly morning walk, happy children, happy patients, a Prelim B, good day at the office.
Out for tea to celebrate with friends both my and Ns 50ths at lovely Rollo, not in Stockbridge as intended with a table mishap but a free bottle of Prosecco brought forgiveness as we were shuttled to the quieter Broughton St. Amazing food, so much so, totally forgot to blip!
Instead, here’s a poem that should be an anthem to all. It’s the little stuff that makes for happiness.