Reading this, and The Ballet Family, and being happy that I found a group of people like me who enjoy school stories written decades ago.
Having a functioning bathroom again.
Reclaiming a small portion of the evening for ourselves, thanks to a co-operative small someone who just needed a nudge in the right direction.
Trying a new class at the gym and enjoying it immensely, even though I was the only person doing it and had nowhere to hide.
Using phrases from a Marjorie I worked with many moons ago and chuckling to myself every single time.