Here I sit, looking back to see what I was doing on January 24th last year. That was, you remember, back when the threat of a pandemic stalking the land hadn’t properly dawned upon us; when awful things were happening
on distant shores but hadn’t permeated our consciousness to any great degree. How little we knew!
On January 24th last year, I was enjoying a “Merry
Musicals Morning” with my Singing for Pleasure choir. “Such fun!” I have scrawled in my “365 Days of Happiness” journal, a Christmas gift from grandkids Jack and Hazel. What would I have thought if someone had whispered in my
ear that a mere year later I would be meeting my fellow singers virtually on screen via something called Zoom that I hadn’t even heard of way back then?
indeed, regular readers may have guessed that I am now on my second year recording happy moments in my small, but precious, journal. As the rule is that only happy moments are captured in its pages, there is no mention of the sad, the challenging, the downright
miserable. There will be no mention in recent weeks, for example, of the various domestic mishaps that dog my days - the overflowing pipe from the water tank in the attic, the long search for a replacement shower, the lack of a working hot water tap in the
kitchen. Instead, the record will show my delight when my flow valve was replaced (despite my complete ignorance of what a flow valve is or does), when Johnny the Plumber made hot water flow from my kitchen tap once again, when I finally stood underneath my
shiny new shower head and luxuriated in my own personal waterfall. The Happiness Journal proves, above all else, that Everything Will Come Alright In The End.
have decided that, as well as reading each entry from last year, I will try to recreate the moment (government guidelines allowing, of course.) Consequently, on reading that on January 15th last year I went to the cinema with the Youngest of the Darling Daughters
to watch Little Women, I didn’t have to think twice about what to watch last night. Okay, it wasn’t the same. No cinema, no Darling Daughter - but I sat in the semi-darkness and pretended. I am always so pleased to have been blessed with a vivid
The entry on Day 20 when I found bunches of daffodils for sale in the florist’s sent me out in search of these harbingers of spring. The previous
day in 2020, there were snowdrops flowering in the flower beds along the path into church - so today I made sure to look out for them. There they were, peeping through the ground, ever faithful. So very beautiful.
On January 18th last year, I was woken up by grandson Morgan sending me a gif of Nemo waking up his Dad with a hug. Today I have sent it back to him, even though my timing is all wrong. Hopefully he isn’t already in
bed, otherwise I am going to be in big trouble with his parents...
There are, it is sadly true, events I simply cannot recreate: meetings of our Nomination Whist
group, my triumphs (and disasters) at the monthly gathering of Cribbage players, our weekly discussions at Sporting Memories, our rambles with the Birdy Group. I can, however, keep in touch with all the lovely friends I have made through all these activities.
There is probably an on-line cribbage game I could join but it wouldn’t be quite the same - we wouldn’t be stopping half-way through for coffee and to select a delicious biscuit (or two) from Delia’s biscuit tin.
It is going to be rather entertaining, I was thinking, over the next eleven and a half months, looking back and looking forward. But then, dear reader, I couldn’t resist it
- I looked forward several pages to Day 84, March 24th 2020. I had written: “I put my rainbow in the front window and sorted out the food larder. Day 1 of Lockdown sorted!”
Can you hear the note of optimism? The unspoken “We can do this!” My faith in the power - and the promise - of rainbows? The optimism, one year on, is wearing a little thin and I’m trying not to think too much of
the things I can’t do.
The home-made rainbow, my Mothering Sunday gift last year from the Rascally Trio is, however, still in the front window
and will stay there, if necessary, throughout 2021.
That’s a promise.