I like to grab little moments of happiness whenever one passes my way.

Such a moment just momented.

I am absolutely knackered once more having battled traffic into the hospital, finding where I am going in the hospital and later on finding my way to the car park, finding my car and then finding the exit to the damned car park. By then of course it is rush hour and I have to fight my way home again through crappy traffic and worse drivers.

I arrived home and got ignored by Penny again. She has taken to sulking as of course she is spending long periods alone. She doesn’t like that at all at all. So I made a mug of tea, opened the back door as it’s a mild evening and relaxed in my armchair. Fucking bliss!

Someone rang the doorbell.

I guessed it would be canvassers as we have local elections coming up. Or rather they have, as I rarely take part.

I had a choice of wending my way through the passageways and halls of the Manor, or I could simply nip out the already open garden door and walk around to the front that way. The only problem is that I have to stoop quite a bit because of low branches.

I timed it to absolute perfection.

As I emerged from the undergrowth, drawing myself to my full height, the two women canvassers were just leaving so I appeared suddenly beside them.

In absolute perfect timing and harmony they cried [loudly] the familiar chorus – “OH JESUS!”.

I gave a little bow, as one does after a masterful performance and let them go on their way, they having forgotten why they had called in the first place. They seemed to be in a hurry too.

I treasure these little moments.