Monday Snapshots.

By Alison February 5, 2007 6 Comments 2 Min Read



Happiness wouldn’t be happiness without a violin playing goat,  once said a wiser woman than I. But dear, smiley Julia Roberts was wrong.

Happiness is a sunny Monday in February. Doilleys handwashed in lavender scented water, and an hour spent by myself in a steamy coffee shop, with only  The Faber Book of 20th Century Women’s Poetry and a meatball sandwich for company.   

Happiness is walking down the road blissfully unaware that you are leaving a trail of cheese, ham and hummous behind you due to a hole in the bottom of a rather useless carrier bag. Laughing with the stranger who finally catches up to tell you, and biting your bottom lip in mortification when you realise your Mum was watching the entire sketch…

Happiness is  scrumptious little primulas on your doorstep, double episodes of Coronation Street and a cup of rosehip tea. It is finally getting that yukky stain out of the carpet and finding it’s organic easter biscuit time in Mark’s and Spencers (divine, divine, divine, go seek them out!).

Happiness is your little boy’s face when he spots you after a long day at nursery. The way he twirls your hair with his finger when he’s drinking his milk , calls Justin Timberlake, Justin  Saxophone  and loves your Mum and Dad (he’s my best mate isn’t he Mummy?) to bits…   

Happiness is a new nightie. Black with white lace and slinky straps because you may as well feel beautiful all by yourself. It is marmite flavoured rice cakes and piles of Sunday papers still waiting to be read. Happiness is  your latest MTV obsession- Maximo Parks latest single and half an hour lying on your bed being serenaded by Frank Sinatra in his finest hour.  It is a weekend at a wedding in March to look forward to and the delivery of your latest Ebay treasures.

Happiness is old friends for old friends sake. Comfort in the company of somebody you understand and mustard and black pepper digestives with the strongest cheese you can find. It is your 9.30 glass of wine and the pink and white flock notebook you have taken to whispering your secrets inside. It is the creation of a "happy" drawer,  spritzing your bag with perfume and watching your son laugh till he literally crys.

It is all of these things. It is knowing that you are allowed to be happy right here, right now and letting yourself be.  It is forgetting what isn’t, being grateful for what is and keeping your dreams alive.

Happiness is today and I swear there isn’t a goat playing the violin in sight. More’s the pity…


  1. Amber says:

    Loved these pictures. They made me smile the ugly smile where all the teeth show and some of the gums, you know?
    Okay, so I tagged you…you're it.

  2. phyllis says:

    I know why shes happy…must have been that dinner the other night?

  3. Claudette says:

    The goat playing the violin will appear in its own good time. Remember that was Hugh and Julia's analogy.Yours will be something different.Richard Curtis really can press the right buttons, can't he.

  4. Gena says:

    What a delightful post Alison! I can almost reach out and touch your happiness!

  5. Nicola says:

    What a wonderful sounding day! We should have days like this more often

  6. shelanne says:

    Happy thoughts coming right back at you!

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