Oh damn, still in this dream.

e_compass_rosa tagged me with this delightful meme:

"The rules are easy, just post 10 things that recently made you happy! Then tag 7 people and force them to post this meme on their LJs. Because it is good. Everyone needs a little happiness once in a while."

not wishing to disappoint a lady in something so trivial I comply....

i) Agreeable morning showers. Now because my plumbing is not-quite-Edwardian, but still in need of a good look, this doesn't always happen. Sometimes the water pressure is less than it should be and there is a small task of wedging something in the shower lever in order to make it in any way operable. Sometimes the boiler is slightly more asthmatic than usual and hot water is just beyond it, poor thing; and it dribbles forth lukewarm water under no pressure whatsoever. These are not the good days. In fact, a bad shower acts as an omen for the day: I might as well just go back to bed, already defeated by the powers-that-be and the gods of heating appliances (subsection: boilers). But on other days, the shower is a source of joy: as I gavotte and pirouette therein, laving myself with soap and loofah and trying to hum along to whatever is playing on BBC Radio 3. Like every cultured and civilised man, I listen to Radio 3 in the shower. I had an agreeable morning shower yesterday and today.
ii) The noise my Strat makes into an amp, loud enough to really 'move air'. Been learning the 'Child in Time' solo from 'Made in Japan' and playing it quite loud. None of the neighbours have complained yet. I'm such a fucking hippie, despite the punk bits.
iii) Grace - which I mainly find expressed in music: when you're on it. But sometimes it happens in writing, and also strangely, in insults. If you like, this definition of grace is a kind of cleverness of soul. [see point v, but I've been 'on it' a bit of late.]
iv) Random acts of goodness and kindness. I see and hear of them every day and they never fail to cheer.
v) Good Weed. I adore being stoned. Especially playing guitar. Such bliss. And I'm such a fucking hippie.
vi) Good English tailoring, preferably from Saville Row. Which I can no longer afford dammit. But the fact it is still there makes me happy. When my ship comes in I shall become a dandy once more, if somewhat aged and crabby. Or perhaps I'll stick to my shabby black and make do with the knowledge that Saville Row is still there.
vii) Old Single Malt Whisky. Preferably from the Isles and peaty, as the word is. Slave to my senses, such a sybarite.
viii) Good books I haven't read yet. The last was the Banks sci-fi doorstep. Concision is, however, a virtue.
ix) The fact that some young people aren't a complete loss. This has been one cheery thought through the last few weeks. They're not all mindless thugs: in fact some seem very bright indeed.
x) Making folk laugh: if this needs any explanation you're all a bunch of....

Seven folk.
I don't know seven folk on here that would be prepared to do this.
If you're a person who reads this, and who does this sort of thing, and you think you'd find it enjoyable....don't let me stop you.