Happiness chooses grubby motels to live in….

Happiness is a woman who can’t be bothered about having a clean house And will not scold the maid for not sweeping and swabbing properly and Instead sits around in the grubbiest rooms of doom or even dread and just Soaks up the faith still sticking to the walls of waste and the wrath of fate to Fix whatever she can with a bit of glue and a basket of peace to make do till Time decides to turn around and bring back the warmth and the wonder that Was always waiting to return and there is always hope with … Continue reading Happiness chooses grubby motels to live in….

Happiness paints your garden wall with its mysterious servant…

But if we slip into each isolated day by leaving happiness alone to its own concerns it generally arrives at our doorstep even ringing the door bell loud and clear or most often it slips through the windows or even the back door and sometimes just sits on the garden wall making it look so pretty you realise you don’t have to paint it after all. Happiness does the work for you using unexpected servants of its own…. Yesterday we went up to the green house to check on it after a sudden unexpected torrential rain storm had hit the … Continue reading Happiness paints your garden wall with its mysterious servant…