Happiness – the substance of my life.
The hapless old friend who comments on my blog posts, thoughtfully emailing me my response options, which include: cider, ha ha, and thanks!
The app I’m told to install for discounts on Indian takeaways from Aysha;
The tacking pins embedded in the paint-stained carpet of my creative young off-cut;
The hat pins cushioned away on the underside of my late Nan’s wooden-jewellery box;
A pine cone, observed-up and sketched-up with a B pencil, in an O’Level art class;
Nessie, the Loch Ness monster, who terrorised the me-child of my Aberdonian years;
A childhood friend by the name of Vanessa, who hated to be associated with Nessie; instead, forty years later, when I think if her, I can only picture a Van.
The happiness of being pissed, after a pint (or two) of mango cider at The Brewery Tap.
New words, of my own making: phinpessa, esspinhap, spinpesah and shenappis – all of which make the substance of me substantial.
The happiest and most substantial of all of the words of my world – hesspinap!
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019
Image by Greg Montani, courtesy of Pixabay.com
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