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It's contagious, and it's official (aka Tiny Little Things That Cause You Irrational Joy)


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yes, I have experienced joy lately (not in ED sadly)


mainly in the form of wild blackcurrants - they taste amazing!


also plums, cherries, apricots, sloes...


gingerbread houses, pretty gardens of hollyhocks and sunflowers, the smell of eucalyptus and pine trees, fields of wheat, poppies, windmills, rivers, wildlife, interesting light across the flat landscape and skies that go on forever...


sheer joy

katie1997 Wrote:

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> gingerbread houses, pretty gardens of hollyhocks

> and sunflowers, the smell of eucalyptus and pine

> trees, fields of wheat, poppies, windmills,

> rivers, wildlife, interesting light across the

> flat landscape and skies that go on forever...

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>

Ah. You must be in Crystal Palace.

Now this is a strange one...but the guy who makes the stationwide announcements at Canary Wharf station sounds like Dean Gaffney who was in Eastenders donkeys years ago. And I'm not quite sure why, but this tickles me everytime.

The Bugsy Malone soundtrack - I know it's wrong, and I know I shouldn't, but no matter how evil my mood, I can't help dancing.


My colleague keeps saying "plums" (for perfectly valid work reasons) - I know it's wrong, and I know I shouldn't, but I can't help laughing. Every time.

I got the tube during rush hours from London Bridge to Canary Warf yesterday. This did not fill me with joy. I do not take the tube often and would normally rather chew razor blades than get it during the Morning Hate.


But when I got down to the Jubilee Line platform at LB people were queuing for the tube like normal civilised people and not behaving like a bunch of panicked animals. It wasn?t even half hearted queuing either. There was a neat single file row in front of each door waiting for the tube to arrive. When it did people were let off and then the queue filed into carriage until there was no more space. No pushing, not blocking doors. It was almost pleasant.


I never thought I would see the day but I?m pretty sure it wasn?t a dream.

RosieH Wrote:

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> The Bugsy Malone soundtrack - I know it's wrong,

> and I know I shouldn't, but no matter how evil my

> mood, I can't help dancing.


Can you punch like a southbound freight-train? Tell me just one thing - can you move in a word like a hummingbird's wing if you need to?

(ooh that's fast)

As a schoolboy, I made from scratch a screw jack - aluminium casting, machine-tooled threaded spindle and brass sheath collar with a floating head. Very proud of it I was and have kept it ever since, hoping that I will use it, should the need arise. In the 30+ years since, I had used it only once. That is, until yesterday. Doing DIY in my kitchen, I found the need to support the weight of a worktop as I worked beneath it... So out came my lovely screw jack!


The joy I felt may well have been irrational, but joy it was, nonetheless!

  • 2 weeks later...

RosieH Wrote:

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> That moon - wondrous...


I'll second that.

Even though I looked at it through glass which means I'll go mad.

Worth it I reckon.

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