There seems to be bad news wherever you turn these days. It's enough to make a girl cower under the duvet whimpering, but in my little corner of the world I've decided to make the most of the little things this week. Not the big stuff, like family, good health and being in possession of all my own hair and teeth. I'm very grateful for those already. No, the little things like,
...having a story in Best today, accompanied by a gorgeously fluffy picture that makes me smile...
...it's half-term, so I don't have to trek Teen Son to college and back every day. A journey that varies between 15 minutes and an hour depending on traffic...
...the weather's behaving itself for a change. I haven't fallen over and cracked my head for about three whole days...
...Mad Men and Damages are back on TV.
...I seem to have plugged the gaping plothole that appeared in my novel last week. With more plot, I hasten to add, not an old sock, some newspaper and a smattering of Polyfilla. I did that once when a shelf fell off the wall. It didn't work...
...I've sold another short story to Take a Break.
...I've invented a pudding that has the feel-good factor without the calories that cause my bottom cheeks to swell up. Not a good look ... so last season...
And - er - that's it really.
Like I said, it's the little things.
