So I think it’s safe to say that it is officially autumn. Leaves have fallen off the trees, the fire has to be put on in the evenings and my psychotic Dachshund keeps barking at the wind. But, to be honest, I love this time of year. Redheads don’t do well in summer – it’s a bit of a one-sided relationship. We have to constantly apply sun cream, wear a hat, sit in the shade – and we get nothing back. Except freckles, if you count them – and I don’t. Autumn is much more my time of year. Big jumpers, dark evenings and cosiness.
All about the cosiness
But so far, autumn has let me down. I’m not going to lie, I’ve had better weeks. It’s been one of those weeks that you instantly know is going to be rubbish all the way through – every day delivers something else annoying or upsetting, and you wish you could go to sleep on Monday and wake up on Saturday.
But listening to a misery guts whine doesn’t exactly make for the best blog. There are plenty of things to feel happy about, so today’s blog is about the little things that have perked up The Week That Was Pretty Absymal.
Happiness is…
1. The Ikea catalogue arriving in the post. I opened my door this morning to find it on my doorstep and exclaimed, without thinking: ‘What a lovely present!’ Yes, every other doorstep in the street had one too – but I’m pretty sure mine was a present.
"Mort! MORT! Look at my present!"
2. Good TV. As soon as autumn kicks in, the brilliant TV starts. X Factor, Wilfred and, my personal favourite, Don’t Tell the Bride. Yes, I may have had a bad day yesterday – but at least my boyfriend hadn’t got me a wedding cake shaped as a huge nose or made me throw myself out of a plane.
3. An intuitive boyfriend. Knowing I had had a bad day (that was lasting, at my most recent count, 72 hours) my lovely Dan walked through the door and said those words every girl wants to hear: ‘P.I.Z.Z.A! What does it spell? Dominos!” That, my friends, is love.
GENIUS
4. A Dachshund. Mort doesn’t understand what a ‘bad day’ is. What he does understand is that you’re finally home from work, and, bad mood or not, he is going to kiss your face until you give in and tickle his belly. You can’t be fed up with an elongated dog around – fact.
You try being sad with that running at you
5. And finally, if you’re having a really bad day, it’s time for the big guns. Something involving pastry, something involving custard, and something involving gin. Or, ideally, all three.
