Just had one of those rare moments where all seems good in my world. That cannot be right! The last time all was good in my world was….can’t remember! Memory’s going you see.
I’ve just taken a short hop on the Tube from North London to just the other side of Old Father Thames. I’m at City Hall for a monthly London wide mental health meeting. Just walking from the local eaterie to the venue, I realised that nothing can be better than London on a perfect Spring afternoon, with the sun out and a soft breeze just keeping us noticing that it is still cold.
And as I walked into City Hall, I felt good. Relaxed and calm. That hasn’t happened for a while. Did a good morning’s volunteering and everyone seemed happy with the work I put in and it was good to be there. Just let those words sink in, calm and relaxed. Those will not be on my tombstone!
And it’s getting lighter each evening, so as I type, it is still light and everyone seems in a reasonable mood. Is this a dream? Must be.