I came out of the doctor's surgery this morning and was overcome by a burst of happiness.
No, I hadn't been told I am cured of some life threatening disease, it was more that I am still standing upright. And breathing. And know where I want to live.
I don't know what your surgery is like but ours have recently installed a TV screen and there was some reality TV show about a family in crisis because they couldn't quite make up their minds if the grass was greener in NZ and whether or not they should move there. There were tears, sullen teenagers, one partner reluctant the other gung-ho, elderly parents distressed ...you know the kind of thing. I tried not to watch but the other distractions were not much better. There are posters about every disease known to man warning what symptoms to look out for, what precautions to take, what emergency numbers to call, why I should have this vaccination or that, the contact details of support groups and where to hire a wheelchair or return your crutches, what grants are available and how to wash my hands.
Don't we live in a wonderful country?
I just felt so delighted not to have yellow fever or the plague that I came dancing out of there and went and had a coffee and a scone at a wee café on the pier at Blairmore in hot sunshine and counted my blessings again.