I swan into Debenhams for my weekly treat of cappuccino laced with heaps of sprinkles to find the buggers are on a cost cutting exercise, and it now sits behind the counter.
I have a long list of cheer me uppers. It's amazing how the little things add to the quality of the day.
I get home though and find man about the house has applied elbow grease to the kettle and it sparkles. I do like a bit of sparkle.
I sit and pick a moment from the physical grind of work.
It is the twins 4th birthday today. Tradition dictates that the birthday person gets to sit on a special throne while we all warble our way through the birthday song.
Alfie stood before me with trembling lip and a tear in his eye.
"How will we ALL sit on the birthday chair" he worries. He knows that 2 bums can't sit on 1 throne.
And there was I having a "Oh gawd how am I going to find enough energy to get me to the end of the session" worry.
Some worries are just more important than mine.
Sod Debenhams I shall just have to take my own sprinkles. I am reluctant to find another coffee shop as I like the comfy chairs and the view of the canal providing endless opportunities for watching life pass below.
1 more lift of the spirit required before I eject black cat from my knee and haul myself up to get to grips with the Hoover.