Like a child

In church on Sunday Chris and Alun were talking about joy. Alun described a toddler fascinated by a bunch of keys, and suggested that most grown-ups have lost their childlike enthusiasm for the everyday.

We have to walk through a field to get to the river or the tip and it's just been mowed. I imagine the people Alun was talking about would look at it and say, 'About time too.' I look at it and say, 'Yay, piles of cut grass for me to kick!'

If Husband had taken me for a surprise picnic on the cliffs I'd have been so excited I'd have been in danger of falling off the cliffs. But that, as I said, is what marriage is about: tolerance. (Could you hear me saying that through gritted teeth?)