This blog is a plea for common sense in public policy. Our leaders don't seem to have any. They just make daft rules for us to follow. We need to assert our right to use our own good sense instead of ticking boxes which can only say 'yes' or 'no'.
Saturday, 1 September 2012
Happiness
For me, happiness is making something. I can't really knit any more because of arthritis in, of all things, my thumbs, but I've still got my bag of wool. My grandson's baby is due this month, and I've got out his old teddy, safely stored in the attic for over 20 years. I've washed him but he's got some marks on his legs I can't get off, so made him some trousers out of some check pyjamas. Now he needs a sweater. Knitting that tiny thing I can manage. That is what I call fun. It makes me just as happy as any of my old kinds of fun did. Also Joe will love it. He's a sentimental fellow and he doesn't know about it. Double fun!
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Congratulations! Is he your first grandgrandchild?
ReplyDeleteFor me happiness is when you can real enjoy all little thing — sunset, knitting something, to hug your family. It's not possible when you are generaly unhappy.