An awesome birthday in the middle of data sheet hell. A lovely card from my department; a princess party and potter Lego from the smalls.
As is traditional I was responsible for the collection of Nana. I took her shopping, it would seem that she shares Tkmaxx joy, possibly because things only last an isle before changing.
But she doesn’t get Lego joy, there is something so beautifully calming about just running your fingers through hundreds of little Lego heads, their sameness, all feeling identical, but in reality slight differences between each.
Sometimes the things that make people happy are quite bizarre. Hiding behind a wheelchair; cooking someone dinner; the overexcited hello of a puppy; Lego; finding a Pokemon; puppy nesting in you dirty clothes; someone putting the kettle for tea; someone passing you the thing you want before you asked just because they noticed.