Beautiful

Why write a Hungarian complaints page when so much that is beautiful is all around me.

Today at lunchtime I learned a valuable lesson. If you lie for long enough in gentle spring sunshine after a deliciously subtle Indian meal, you will eventually want ice cream. (Bacio and Italian custard - a variation on frozen zabaglione I might try and recreate at home).

So, happiness. beautiful without being trite (hopefully) :

-the joy I get from the flowers poking through the zippy green foliage of my pea plants.

-the sign on a landcruiser at Warwick station today, letters fashioned out of gaffer tape: "Fully Loaded"

-bursts of fresh strawberries at breakfast as the sky over Duncraig begins to break into light.

-words from the ladies. the older we get, the more I miss them. And how wonderful is it, that despite teh distance, personalities even manage to squeeze through in emails. Manna's dear, sensible practicality. It might be an imaginery room only, but we're sitting in it, eating Tim Tams.

-mornings in general - I find such comfort in my routines (for now just shared with Richard), and the accompanying Perth sunshine and music from Bud. Note: Bon Jovi not to be listened to at peak hour on the train.

-Kili insisting that I watch the Simpsons too. "It's more funny if you don't watch it by yourself".

-weekends with M when we don't have hoardes of people around. just us in the 'burbs.

-smiling. My grandmasterplan is to make it as contagious as yawning.

the list could go on (the smell of clean clothes that have dried in the sun), but alas, I am at work.

"Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing"