I breezed into the office, humming a tune to myself, dressed in my long summer dress, with over sized sunglasses perched on top of my head.
“You’re always so happy,” said colleague, as I placed my big gold bag on my desk.
“Well it’s Friday and it’s scrambled eggs day,” said I.
For me that was two very good reasons to be happy. I love Fridays and I love scrambled eggs.
On Friday the staff canteen offers scrambled eggs with the breakfast menu. Monday to Thursday it’s fried eggs. I adore scrambled eggs, on toast, with splashes of tomato ketchup. So how could I not be happy on this particular day?
But it’s not just Friday's eggs which make me happy. Lots of things put a smile on my face. It doesn’t have to be anything huge or life changing, sometimes it really is the small stuff that counts.
I’m not saying I’m super human and I walk around with a permanent beam attached to my face, thanking and praising every little thing I see or do. That would be slightly annoying to do and watch. I have my moments when I may moan about the unreliable circle line (I seem to waste most of my time waiting for this train!) or an unsightly spot on my chin (I’m 36, why do I still get spots?!). But generally, I think I have a pretty healthy attitude towards life, and I appreciate and enjoy many things in my life.
I have a wonderful, caring, and supportive family, the best friends ever to laugh with and talk to, and I have finally met a man who is everything I could have wished for. I like my job, my finances have improved vastly, I receive enormous pleasure from my hobbies - photography, reading, card making and blogging. Plus I am flying to Rhodes next week with lovely boyfriend, and I know we’ll have a blast. So how could I not feel blessed?
But it’s also the small stuff which makes me grin.
It’s watching my new orchid plant blossom.
It’s admiring the blue sky above that us Brits are finally witnessing.
It's an early night with freshly washed bed linen.
It’s walking into a shop and hearing a George Michael song.
It’s hearing those precious three words, "I love you."
It’s a slab of very strong cheese and a glass of chilled wine.
It’s also Fridays and scrambled eggs.