Happy.

After a long day at work, there is nothing better than coming home to my lovely husband.

Obviously, coming home to my lovely son is equally as good, but he was at his friend's house when I got back at 6.45 tonight, and when he eventually did come in, he wouldn't stand still long enough to have a picture taken.

Corin, however, was sat in his shed busily working on adding additional storage features to his "Bob the builder" gilet type thing that he bought for work. It's over 2 hours since I took these pictures and he is still busy, sewing and pop-riveting to make the ultimate workman's costume. Happy is my man when he is busy doing.

Happy am I when I get to sit outside, with a cuppa, taking photos whilst he works and chatting about our days. Oh, and watching the cat trying to climb through the cat flap - which in itself isn't funny, except because the door was open, the cat flap opened up to brick wall, and Chippy was clearly a bit confused by it all.

My life is so different from how it was five years ago. I didn't like going home back then. I knew that I was unhappy, but it's not until I got some distance from the situation and found myself in a much better place, that I realised exactly how unhappy I was back then. So I do not take what I have for granted. Home is a happy place (occasional disturbances from next door aside), life is good, and I am lucky to have my little family around me. Even after a long day, feeling drained, a smile and a look that says "I love you" fills me with joy. Then one of Corin's special faces makes me fall on the floor laughing.

So today, despite myself and many of my colleagues having an extended working day, with probably many quibbles with the 'yoof' that we work with, I find that I am very positive. Tired, but not in the mood to have a rant about anything at all.

Unusual for me! Sorry to disappoint.