uncleduck

I sometimes come across as a grouchy old sod. Sorry - I'm not that way all the time. Anyway, I decided another happy post would be better than a ranty post.

Things that make me happy

• The smell of mown grass;
• A good night's sleep;
• Learning something new;
• An ice cream on a sunny day;
• A cold glass of cider on a sunny day;
• Having time to sit and read;
• A long walk;
• My wife's cooking;
• My wife's cheesecake;
• My wife;
• Youngsters in school 'getting it' when they have struggled;
• Fresh sheets;
• The shower being as hot when I finish as when I started;
• Ireland beating England in Rugby;
• Dandering round a hardware or electronic shop, just looking;
• Being told 'well done' and the person meaning it;
• Knowing I've done a good job even if no-one makes a point of mentioning it;
• Winning a tight game of Badminton in a tie-break;
• Laughing with nephews/neices;
• The Dentist saying I need nothing done, after a check-up;
• Daffodils;
• Rollercoasters;
• Technology that works with no faffing around;
• Getting to the till and being charged less than I expected;
• Finding a tenner in a coat I haven't worn in ages;
• Getting a decent e-mail or letters from friends I rarely see;
• A good night's sleep;
• The smell of fish & chips.

What about you, dear reader? What makes you happy?

»Saturday, May 17, 2008, 1:16:34 PM BST    »2 comments (0 )     »Send entry    

Posted by: uncleduck    in: My entries

Isn't it odd how happy childhood memories can be triggered by various sights, sounds, smells and so on?

An hour or so ago I was walking round B&Q, half-heartedly looking for a long plastic trough to plant in.  I say half-heartedly, as a trip to B&Q is a pleasant way to spend half an hour unless you are frantically trying to find something.  I like to just walk - dander - stroll - look around and take it in.  I suppose it's the grown man's equivalent of meandering round a big toy shop.  Who cares if you have gotten lost? - there's all these nice toys to see!

It also reminds me of the builders' merchant that was at the top of the street where I grew up.  When I was little, my Granda would take me along when he was going and I would happily potter up and down the aisles, being amazed at how many types of screwdriver there could be or wondering why anyone would need sandpaper that makes something rough.  I remember the signs going up, before Zammo Maguire gave Grange Hill a bad name, saying they couldn't sell glue to children. 

Most of all, I remember the smell of.... freshly sawn wood.  Mmmmmmmmmm.

I know that sounds sad, but I enjoy standing among the doors in B&Q because of.... the smell!

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Correction - Zammo's way of escape was heroin and not glue, wasn't it? I seem to remember that episode being talked about a lot and being told (ordered?) by our teachers to go home and watch the repeat - probably to scare the daylights out of us.  Like a bunch of culchy 10-year-olds were going to follow in his path, that weekend?  Didn't stop some of our classmates though....

»Thursday, May 1, 2008, 7:41:44 PM BST    »3 comments (0 )     »Send entry    

Posted by: uncleduck    in: My entries

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