Waking up at a decent time without the need for an alarm call. I was awake just before 6.00am and would, quite happily, have gone back to sleep for an hour but I hadn’t reckoned on the cuckoo clock. I’d always wanted a cuckoo clock so my husband bought one some years ago as a birthday or Christmas gift. It’s lived in a couple of places around the house but is now, for some reason, on the landing, just outside my bedroom door. Although it’s battery powered, the cuckoo is light activated. It means that it doesn’t go off through the dark hours of night but, come summer, as the mornings become lighter, it starts cuckooing at 6.00am. That put paid to any thoughts I had about an extra hour’s sleep.
Reading in bed before getting up. Ok, so it’s rubbish reading material but it’s just right for early morning or late night reading when I can’t be bothered to concentrate on anything more meaningful. I started reading this magazine, or comic, as we’ve come to call it, 18 months ago. I had, over the new year, had a couple of falls due to fainting so, when my husband went out to do the shopping one morning, he decided it would be unsafe to leave me alone in the house and I went with him. I couldn’t manage to go round the shops with him so I waited in the car, having first complained that I’d forgotten to take a book with me. This prompted him to buy me this comic. Unfortunately the issue he bought had the first instalment of a 6 week serial in it so I had to buy the next 5 issues to find out what happened. Halfway through this serial another serial started so I then had to continue buying it to find out what happened in the new serial. And so it went on. I’ve ended up with a subscription which renews every three months or so and I can’t be bothered to cancel it.
Getting my new glasses. I’ve been under the care of the eye clinic at our local hospital for the last two years as my optician wants to be sure that the cancer hasn’t spread to the backs of my eyes. The consultant has advised me not to have my eyes tested while I’m still his patient, just in case there are any changes to my eyes. I keep expecting to be discharged as the consultant is sure that my eyes are fine. He hasn’t discharged me so I’ve had no choice but to ignore the advice as my glasses were becoming increasingly unsuitable. The optician has told me that my prescription has ‘gone up by two steps’ (whatever that means) and I’ve got new specs. What a difference! I can finally see properly again. Which a bonus, obviously.
Being complimented on my appearance. Well, not my appearance as such but my choice of clothing. Today I’ve been wearing a new, red linen skirt and red/cream striped sailor top from my favourite online clothes shop, Seasalt of Cornwall. I was also wearing a pair of matching red flip-flops. Two strangers independently told me how nice I looked which, considering I don’t consider myself pretty, or even vaguely attractive was very flattering.
It’s surprising, when we put our minds to it, just how much we have in life to be thankful for.