- Not one but two compliments on my very frivolous shiny red wellies as I trudged through the slush.
- A new brooch, NOT named Horace. Very definitively not named Horace. Thanks for that, Helen.
- A sofa crammed full of smiley faces, waving at me.
- A pavlovian response to music that took me right back to Chicagos. Sound of my youth, makes me smile.
- Hotwater bottle on my feet, right now - as I type this. What more could I ask for?
Thursday 7 January 2010
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