A happy thought

I have returned and after a much-needed recovery day of pyjama-wearing, chocolate-eating and Miranda-watching, I feel a bit more human and more or less ready to face the new year with deliberately lived gusto.
While in England I visited a second-hand bookshop called Much Ado Books in the lovely village of Alfriston, East Sussex. Cue medieval pub (and let's try to gloss over the fact that the very English bookshop is run by two Americans.)

I got all Wallace-wavey-hands excited about finding a beautifully-vintage, art nouveau-illustrated copy of A Child's Garden of Verse by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Here is one of the poems that is concisely apt for this shiny new year:

The world is so full of a number of things,

I'm sure we should all be happy as kings.