Day 15: The Happiness Project
It wasn’t specifically these flowers that made me happy. They were an aspect of it, but only that.
I don’t have a photo of the overarching thing that did it. It was a number of concurrent factors: a lovely, bright, blue skied day; a funky little bare-bones bright red Nissan Micra borrowed for 24 hours from the local rusty car share group (and a really chilled out walk over to the other side of the park to go pick it up from the lady who keeps it); windows rolled down to let in the first heat of spring and the rush of lovely fresh air of the countryside (we were heading out into the rolling green wilds of exurban Leicester for a pub lunch with family in a converted old big white house); Thwacky in the back seat not freaking out.
It felt like the tiniest road trip ever, but it was a start.
(The flowers were in Dutiful Husband’s parents’ lovely, big garden, where we ended up after lunch)
