small things that cheer me up

blowing bubbles with gum (only recently possible again:)

making food with friends (especially gremlin, since mr s thinks i am harpy, ooops)

doing 10km on the rowing machine

watching the view from primrose hill

spicy food

my first chocolate in about ten months (booja booja!!!!)

blessed

My mummy is cancer free, I am filled with joy :)

My big brother did not throw my biological father into Watchet harbour,
I am very impressed by his self control.

My little sister is settling into her new job and seems to be enjoying it.

My antibiotics have finished making me bonkers
(I went out one night this week to get potatoes for dinner and came home with hair straighteners)
and the infection appears to be gone (fingers still crossed, still drinking gallons of water).

The two male persons who want to keep me are being civil to myself and each other.
More than civil, they are being gentle, generous and warm.
(obviously they loathe each other, but still)

I suck at planning and loathe the teacher in whose class I am working.
But right now I do not care.
I am blessed. I feel it.
I'm going to wash my hair and sing. loudly.

Blessings.

My mum loves me and is the best mum of all.

My auntie has an astonishing facility for finding the positive aspects of everything. Even having surgery.

My cousin is up and about again. If a little tentatively.

My loopy brother had some good genetic traits to pass on to a sprog- he's not ugly or thick. Apparently he loves me too, although I usually find that a bit far fetched and definitely do not rely on it.

I have managed without a dyslexia tutor for the last twenty eight years and will keep on compensating as long as I need to. ditto DSA money.

I can't think of a silver lining for the lack of long term counselling, I probably ought to count it as priority number one.

My revolting paedo father will get his comeuppance. The universe is not kind to wife beating, nit-picking, kiddy fiddlers.

There is no silver lining to the bugs either. They have Got To Go.

Whilst it is undoubtedly true that my flatemates are warthogs, they are not dealing coke from the kitchen, nor do they have large unfriendly dogs that shit in the house and try to eat guests. Neither do they have primark moll girlfriends who try to poison the place with "air freshening" toxic chemicals. (This is a surprisingly large blessing.)

The sour puss, control freak, two faced bitch is already making me look good. The kids like me, and that's the really important thing :)

I am way behind with my academic work, but I don't think it is too late yet.

My period is very much arrived. Thus I do not have to concern myself with the possibility of having to feed two mouths on my student loan or my mum having to have a second cow. It isn't even very painful, which is unusual, and lovely. (thank you universe)

I'm pretty tired, but I do not have to get up early in the morning.
And the cold is on it's very last legs. (Yay kiwi fruit!)