I must admit I wasn't overly fussed about the whole Jubilee thang. I mean, I liked the extra day off (went to see Coldplay as it happens), but the pomp and ceremony isn't my bag.
But one thing about the whole shebang that struck me as entirely positive was, well, the communal positivity. As a natin we're not often infected with mass joi de vivre are we? We like to think we're too cool for all that. A bit ironic. Truth is we're quite miserable really.
I blame the weather. And bad teeth. And 24 hour news feeds about the economy.
So it was nice to see all that stuff swept away by a tide of flag waving and BBQs in the driving rain. Indeed, as my husband and I opened another bottle of wine, we both admitted that life should be like that more often.
Thus, as this very pleasant week draws to a close, I offer you my (not at all) definitiev of reasons to be cheerful chez nous. Feel free to add your own as you see fit.
1. Books. No matter how many I read, there will always be more I want to read. My to-read pile will be plopped into my coffin I expect.
2. Wine. Is there anything nicer than a cold glass of white on a warm Summer's evening?
3. Live music. Bobbing around with 60,000 other people, all singing together. Better than prozac.
4. Music in the car. Belting out Back to Black on the M1. Pure magic.
5. Radio 4. Love it, love it, love it.
6. Walking. Out in the fresh air, wellies on, preferably with my dog. I've written swathes of books in my head this way.
7. Watching my children play together. I had twins, which has it's challenges, not least when they were in utero, stretching my skin like a sheet on the proverbial military bed. But seeing them squealing on the trampoline together, twelve years later, is heart melting stuff.
8. Texts from my Mum. She's 71 and fit as a fidddle. But dyslexic. Her texts are more hilarious than the episode of The Young Ones where they anticipate nuclear war. When she switches to Norwegian mode, the casual onlooker would not notice the difference.
9. Texts from my husband. He's a brummy. A man of few words. I've saved them all.
10. Writing. Yes, some days it's worse than torture. Characters that make you puke. Plots more boring than quantative easing...but when it works, it's the best. Which I guess is why we keep on keepin' on.