The last few days I have caught up with friends I haven’t seen since I left New Zealand in June last year. Talking to them has cheered me up immensely. It has made me aware of all the everyday nice stuff it's so easy to overlook when you're poverty-stricken and jobless even when you can type at 67 words per minute with 100% accuracy in a test situation, surprising not only yourself but the nice lady at yet another employment agency on whose books you languish expectantly.
People being really, really pleased to see me – now that’s nice.
Having a roof over my head – that’s nice too. In fact it’s nicer than nice. I would go so far to say it’s a blessing.
My lunch – now that was nice. Colourful, healthy, and no cooking involved. Can’t get nicer than that.
Then I had this, which was nice… very, very nice. Just a little shaky when I was trying to photograph it. The lemon was straight off Brendon’s lemon tree! How nice is that!
They are clearly having a very nice time. If only I could be doing that to Flatmate: now, that would be nice.*
Have a nice day!
* I will own up to the hairy blue cushion but the rest of the bedding is Brendon's.