I woke up this morning feeling a little fed up. I had a huge list of things to do and a serious spot on my chin 3 days before a friend’s wedding. Bad times.
But I walked into our living room, and the scent of the cut flowers that P’s mum had brought round yesterday, punched me in the face and made my day.
So I made a cup of tea, smelt the roses and took pleasure in the simple things.