Sometimes I am reminded it is the little things that make life good.

Today the community choir I belong to sang to an exclusive (read small in numbers), enthusiastic (read there because they were family), lovely (read happy to listen to anything as long as they could shelter from the rain) audience at the town farmers’ market. There’s definitely something about being in a choir that makes me happy.

Today, even though I was running late, I stopped when I realised a woman was struggling on the path up to town, stayed with her while she caught her breath, and accompanied her slowly up to near her house.

Today the room that one day – yes, I still believe that day will come – a small child or possibly children will take as their own became a little bit brighter and a little whiter: yes there are two walls still to go, but half the room is showing off its new white paint with a smile.

Today I bought good bread, my family brought good soup. We ate well.

Today I spent time – cooking, moving a telly, watching fireworks, watching a film, eating dinner – with two of the best people in my world, my mother and one of my sisters.

Today was a day of little things.

Today life was good.

About Pedalling Solo

I am a potential adopter in the UK, going it alone as they say. Somehow I've worked my way through lots of paperwork, done lots of learning, become an approved adopter, and navigated matching (hopefully). I am very much learning as I go. This blog is my opportunity to share my learning and experiences and maybe some random musings as I go along as well.
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