I'm another that battles depression but even so, I also found that the older I got, I seemed to find pleasure in small things. Last night is a good example: it was about 8.30pmish and I was watching a Miss Marple (my favourite detective) starring Geraldine McKeowan - and thoroughly enjoying it, dogs cuddling up beside me. Then I noticed a commotion in the front garden (I have a large tree that I had a planter built around the base of it) and there, in the planter, are parent birds and about 4 or 5 of their tiny little offspring. The parents were rummaging around in the pinks and carnations and whatever it was they found, they'd hop over and feed it to their little ones. The little ones were rolling in dry top soil, playing and also the odd 'fight' broke out - I found myself watching this more than Miss Marple! And all with a
- yes, it made me feel very happy.