“Morning boy” I said, quickly shoving the shoes down the front of my onesie (hoping they land somewhere decent). 

I battle to throw things away.   Creams, leftover cooking oil, people.   You know?   I’m always like “one more shot”, “one last squeeze”.   I guess you could call it a “problem”. I call it HOPE.   A Heart Full of Stories ©

7am I’m sitting in a random coffee shop. Someone at the table next to me says to her 100 year old friend “You know, you need to pay attention to the ones that are NOT clapping when you are winning”. The penny drops. © A Heart Full of Stories, 2017 #thatisall #wordsofwisdom #thankyoustranger #shortstory #gratitude…

Lord, bless our weekend. Thank you for all the people who show us who we do NOT want to be. (and I still don’t know who the lovely lady in the picture is. All respect and due copyright is hereby declared as hers)  

Lord, bless our new year. Let’s leave our baggage in the past. Let’s travel lightly, live simply and trust that life is unfolding EXACTLY as it should. (Pic: Taken by moi on one of my vintage scavenger hunts)

Lord, bless our weekend. Remind us that all people are weird and when we find people whose weirdness clicks with our weirdness, we have found a piece of heaven. #gratitude #friends #yourtribe #beYOU   (and I still don’t know who the lovely lady in the picture is. All respect and due copyright is hereby declared…

Because look, although neither of us was “right”, the ball was in my court and I used that advantage to apply an age-old tactic to make my move. I invoked the Serenity Prayer.