This is my first time linking to Mummy From the Heart’s Reasons To Be Cheeful (#R2BC) and I really need it because I’ve had a frustrating week – it would be a lot easier to do Top 20 Reasons To Be Miserable – so it’s good to step back and take stock of the little pleasures in life. So here goes…
1. THE ULTIMATE ACT OF BROTHERLY LOVE
My youngest son is four and started Reception class this week. He is normally a livewire, but he has been incredibly subdued this week. I think the step up has really taken it out on him. Added to that, he’s not much of a talker so tends to get left behind by the more gregarious, older children (he’s an August baby) in the class. He has caused me more worry than anything this week, until I heard what happens every playtime: the little ‘un goes looking for his older brother (by three years) and hangs out with him and his mates. But the killer for me was this: the elder has worked out that the younger is too shy to ask the teachers for help to go to the toilet, so big brother takes his little brother to the loo and wipes his little bum for him. If that isn’t brotherly love, I don’t know what is.
2. MY FIRST VEGETARIAN RECIPE SHED
You may not be familiar with my weekly linky the Recipe Shed. It is what it says: a virtual shed where we share our recipes. I am a devoted carnivore, but vegetarian followers lobbied for a piece of the action and it has been a great sucess. My own recipe for Stuffed Peppers with Cous Cous, Mushrooms and Feta was a particular triumph. Even though I say so myself
3. AFTER-WORK WINE ON THE ROOF TERRACE WITH MY MISSUS
Her job is incredibly stressful; my job as a housedad is incredibly boring. But cum-7.30pm, we can crack open a bottle of Vermentino and head up to our roof terrace for a mutual off-load. The question: ‘How was your day, dear?’ is not only polite, but absolutely crucial for sanity in our relationship.
4. A ROW WITH MY NEIGHBOURS!
We had our downstairs neighbours up for a dinner party at the weekend, and it was absolutely brilliant. Wagyu steak was cooked, wine was drank, cheese was devoured. But the highlight was a fantastically ranty argument about the funniness of the alleged comedia Stewart Lee. My neighbour described him as a genius; I said he was a smug conceited dick. And we waged war on this matter for several minutes, much to the amusement of our women. Of course, the next day I was made to apologise for being so aggressive, but my apology was accepted and I can’t wait to have them round again. There’s nothing better than a good old booze-fuelled row, especially if it’s all forgotten about the next day!
5. AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST…MY MIDDLE SON’S SEVENTH BIRTHDAY
It went like a dream, but not until I’d recovered from a rocky start: a practical joke that completely backfired! Never again will I assume a seven year-old ‘gets’ his 47-year-old sarcastic father!
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