..Happiness Will Get You In The End

"No, Paddington, I've just hoovered my room and you're a grey cat and this is a navy carpet..." I stop myself, realising my lovely little kitty only wants a cuddle with mummy, and she can't help being a light grey colour and of the molting variety. Guiltily, I pick her up for a cuddle, albeit onto my white bed, where her fluffiness will show up less. Method in my mothering.
Embrace once sang to me that happiness would get me in the end. And on the scale of things, looking around and counting my blessings, I have a great home, fantastic friends, lots of hobbies to keep me busy when I'm not doing my well-paid job with lots of time off. I have a baby boy growing in my now-sizeable tummy, and am not too fussed about the weight gain, a sunshine-yellow bedroom, a cupboard full of food and a Mum and Dad round the corner for when the food runs out. I have Radio 4 on, the kettle boiling, and some hot buttery toast. I suppose there's a lot of reasons to be cheerful when you look at it like that.