Reasons To Be Cheerful

When first starting this blog, my intention was to blog things that made me happy, cheered my day or in some way made me smile. I realise I've been using it recently to moan. I've been griping about GNER, been full of fear and loathing about living in London (when I love it) - and so to balance things out and get back to a happy place, here are my top three reasons to be cheerful. In order of importance, they are:





Fella, family, friends







Nature, fields, trees, flowers, earth, our garden (pictured May 2006)











The very reason for living

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Anonymous said…
I've not seen Treacle Pudding in years and years. I'm off to my local "Brit" store to see if they have any.

Thanks!
10:52 PM
Old Cheeser said…
Lovely looking garden!! Where do you find a garden like that in a dirty place like London, pray??

(Oh dear I am going to corrupt you with all my negativity - when you are trying so hard to say how much you love London!)
9:35 PM
Glenda Young said…
Oh you cheeky little mite, Old Cheeser! I've read your blog :-) I know you probably feel the same about living in London as I do. In fact, I'm coming over to your blog now to be cheeky.
10:38 PM
KAZ said…
And you've appeared in 'Notes and Queries' today.
A Big reason to be cheerful.
4:22 PM
Old Cheeser said…
And so you did, Nora! I appreciate the visit to my blog...and a cheeky mite I am indeed.

Seriously I was wondering what part of London you inhabit to have such a lovely garden ... but you probably want to keep that private don't you!

OC x
7:24 PM
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