Today, I kiss my beautiful son good morning and give him a cuddle, before being able to fill his tummy with good food, some of it warm, even, and make his lunch because there was food in the fridge. I can put the heating on because I am not in fuel poverty, though we have come close once or twice. Then I dropped him at a school that probably has one of the best views of any school in the country so can't help but produce artists and poets, at a free before-school club that is helping him gain confidence through physio made fun. We don't have to pay for his education and I don't have to go to work - or phone up with a headache - because we (just) earn enough to allow me to work in the voluntary sector. I went back to my lovely new home after a walk through the Royal Forest of Dean, kicking up beech leaves and listening to music. Tonight, I'm going to be playing some inspiring music with a fabulous bunch of musicians who are also some of the world's most kind and compassionate people and have spent their whole lives helping others. And the vicar has offered to cook pasta for us first!
Ever had one of those days? They go so much better.