When my daughter was back from university, she was imagining what her future would look like and it included a big house and a flash car. My husband told her that those things won’t make her happy. He asked her to reflect on what made her happy as a child, things like a balloon or an ice-cream. He said that when you’ve worked hard for that house and that car you realise it’s the packet of seeds for the allotment or sunshine on your back that brings happiness. In middle-age, like childhood, it’s the little things that count.
So here are the things that make me happy on a Saturday morning:
Roll on next weekend!
What makes you happy?