The best thing that happened today is that after trawling all over yesterday to buy a photo/picture frame of what I now understand to be an odd size, I knuckled down today and just made one instead. It felt good to get busy with my hands again, crafting.

The best thing that happened today was getting to the end of a pretty hard week, and at the Contemporary Artists Book fair that was occuring at my place of work I bought myself something beautiful to look at — to make myself feel better. You know, just something nice and uncomplicated and non-personal-to-me. That's the ticket.
Speaking to Karoline Rerrie at the fair did me wonders too!

The best thing that happened today was my next-door-but-one neighbours giving me a massive packet of dates whilst I was gardening earlier. This is made even better by the fact that this is the second time they have given me dates. And I really like dates. So we took them round a jar of my housemate Kate's homemade marmalade as a thank you.

The best thing that happened today was my super-productive lunch hour.

I went to an "International Women's Day" event, and whilst I was there I had a piece of cake, and got a free "crystal dip" therapy where I had to put my hand into a bag of tumblestones and pick one that spoke to me but without looking at them. I picked rose quartz, which the lady told me suggests I maybe need to spend time taking care of myself/ nurturing/ healing/ unconditional-self-loving, which in turn will bring these things towards me from other people. This was so totally right, and nothing could have been more accurate (literally, nothing) and it seemed like the universe was sending me such a blatant sign to confirm what I had been suspecting already, that I bought a piece of rose quartz to carry around with me to remind me of this. It is in my pocket now.

Still at the same event, I chatted to another stallholder (feminist flyers and leaflets and posters) I recognised from other feminist events, who I had always been slightly wary of due to the generational gaps between her and my feminism (1st wave/3rd wave) and the issues that often spring up when the two try and discuss issues/meet in the middle. But I was bold and introduced myself, and said I recognised her, and was talking to her about posters and flyers that would be good for politicising the spaces we often use for events. And she was so helpful, suggesting websites I could order resources from, posters that were free to print off that I came away feeling totally psyched.

I then still had time to drop off posters and flyers at the record shop for an upcoming gig I am playing/organising, picked up a copy of a zine I hadn't see before that looked pretty good, before coming back to the office for homemade soup that my housemate had saved for me from the night before.

The best thing that happened today was going digging in my garden when I got in from work. I have decided to turn part of my back lawn into vegetable patches, and mid-winter I had worked out that they would need to be ready for March to start planting things.
Realising that it was already the 4th March, and there are garlic bulbs that need planting NOW and I don't have a vegetable patch yet, I spent a very happy hour digging in the gloaming, before coming in to cook my tea. In fact I enjoyed digging so much that I am considering getting up early tomorrow to fit in some more digging before work. No joke. The patch does need finishing after all.

The best thing that happened today was finding my watch, which had fallen down the back of the microwave. It had been missing for a number of months, which wouldn't be so bad only my other watch is also missing, so I often don't know what time it is. It's a digital watch, and I'm not very good at programming it, so it's still an hour out from when the clocks went back in October. This means that the alarm that I accidentally set to go off at midnight every night, and couldn't work out how to switch off, now goes off at eleven every night. But it just so happens that at 11pm this evening I was stood in front of the microwave when I heard the beeping, so I found out where it was! Now all I have to do it get it to show the right time.

The best thing that happened today was completely unexpected, which is what made it so lovely. I am suffering an *epic* hangover, exacerbated by a lack of sleep (an hour's worth, on a rail replacement bus service, at 5am this morning) and memories of drunken conversations that I can't resolve and a heart that hurts every time someone prods it, and I had to leave the house after an already hectic day because we had run out of catfood.
On my way out, on the doormat, I found a hand-delivered envelope addressed to me. It was a note, with the words "THANK YOU EMILY" written in big letters and then in smaller letters is said "thank you for having me over last tuesday, your pancakes were great". For a day that was looking to be a complete write-off, I now feel slightly cheered up. Never doubt the pleasure someone will get from receiving an unexpected letter.