The Small Joys
I’m pleased to present you with the very first (other than my own) submission for the #BlogSmallJoys series. Submitted by Jane Palmer, a friend I’ve had for more than a decade yet never met in person. I’m so honoured she sent this in. Enjoy!
I’m sitting here, slightly squiffy, drinking Pimm’s No. 1 Cup (colloquially known as “Pimms”), listening to the rain fall outside, the cars drive past, and thinking, yeah. Life is good.
I live in one of the most vibrant cities on earth – London. This afternoon, Mum and I went to a concert in the Royal Festival Hall. It was a concert to commemorate the First World War – we’ve got a lot of that going on this year. We are remembering and remembering and remembering. A sea of ceramic poppies is floating round the Tower of London, one for each soldier who died. The last poppy will be added on Remembrance Day, 11th November.

So, I sit, I sip my Pimms (vintage 2007, full of memories, bought as part of the “Brit Club” stall for an international festival at the university I used to work at). I admire the flowers on my table. I remember the concert, and I think how lucky I am that I’m not directly affected by the wars that are going on round the world now.
Some days it feels like the world’s going to hell in a handcart. Some other days, it feels like I’m lucky to be alive.
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