Small Things

When I started blipping I was determined to provide myself with a positive record of events and not a whingefest.

In that spirit I am not going to mention that today brought face pain and paranoia, that i feel old, fat and ugly, that certain people behaved in a manner unbecoming, or that my football team made me so cross I could spit.

Instead I shall follow the time honoured tradition of naming five small things and drift off in a cloud of righteousness.

Small Thing 1: I just love to watch Maisie enjoy a good cuppa

Small thing 2: Big Bloke - he may have a typical bloke's horror of over emotional women but no one knows how to make me laugh, or cheer me up quite like he does

Small Thing 3: while watching SUFC can be hazardous to my health the car journey there and back with 14 yr old Sporty Boy is always a joy. He talks to me and everything! I'm not allowed to sing -"God, mum, you're so embarrassing" - but you can't have everything

Small Thing 4: Chilli con carne for tea. Oh, how I love to eat stodge

Small Thing 5: the T20 cricket final means I won't be missed if I slope off for a hot bath with a good book.

Of course the trick is to realise that the small things are really the big things and vice versa ...