When my daughter was back from university, she was imagining what her future would look like and it included a big house and a flash car. My husband told her that those things won’t make her happy. He asked her to reflect on what made her happy as a child, things like a balloon or an ice-cream. He said that when you’ve worked hard for that house and that car you realise it’s the packet of seeds for the allotment or sunshine on your back that brings happiness. In middle-age, like childhood, it’s the little things that count.
So here are the things that make me happy on a Saturday morning:
Cups and Cakes, Dorchester
Roll on next weekend!
What makes you happy?
the writer is a lonely hunter 
Your husband is right, watching the seeds germinate and grow in my greenhouse gives me immense pleasure – but you have to have the money in order to get to this point. Your daughter is also right – the big house and and car means you have worked hard to get there. And especially for women, to do it off your own back is the greatest pleasure of all.
Well said, Pauline!
Interaction with the cat and getting a positive response with purring and pushing back at you, that makes me happy. Pets can be a great stress reliever and there’s something very tactile and soothing about stroking fur, etc.
That sounds delightful. (I must say the book group also makes me happy). Hope to see you on Friday!