Today one friend took me out for a lovely belated lunch. We went to a country pub and had the kind of lunch I dreamed of when I was living in New York. It’s 4 years since we moved back, and I mostly take this stuff for granted, but not today. Today I was grateful for Jon’s company and our conversation and the wine and the warmth.

And when I got home, another friend was fitting a new boiler (furnace for my American friends) for us, because ours died two days ago. I have heat and hot water because he was willing to drop his own plans for the day to come and help us.

I am lucky. And it’s about time I started to count my blessings rather than focusing on the things I don’t have.



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