Today was a day that it really felt as if life was trying to give me a sign. A sign that even on bad days there are nice things out there, and nice people too.
I'd had a rotten day. A morning of Excel spreadsheets and questionnaire analysis and number crunching. Then the newsletter I was involved in producing had some of its articles removed and left me with large spaces to fill. The day before publication. And the person proof reading it got very pernickity about things being in bold and things being in italic and things being underlined and wanting to change the style of things just as I thought it was ready to go to print... 18 pages of Publisher needing re-formatting.
Not to mention the fact that I had had a 'run in' with my son in the morning over his possible forthcoming month of volunteering in Tanzania. I knew that by doing a Masters degree in African Politics, the chance of him wanting to go out there was pretty high, but I was trying hard to push it to the back of my mind. It's tough to encourage your child to follow their dreams and to take every opportunity offered when in your heart they are still your baby (OK so he's almost 22) and you want to keep them safe and within sight.
So I arrived home to find a package waiting for me and guess what was inside
A package of goodies from Ruth - Such lovely cards and a gorgeous lilac notebook. Suddenly the world was a nicer place and I swapped my frown to a smile!
But how typical is this? I am naturally concerned about my boy travelling off to Tanzania on his own, and all manner of worries are crossing my mind. So, before dinner, I sat down to watch the six o'clock news and one of the stories there was about a man who died in Tanzania after being stung by a swarm of bees. My husband turned to me and said 'That could have happened anywhere you know.' How did he guess what I was thinking?!