I knew it would be a good day when the bus arrived as soon as I got to the bus-stop.
And a young man jumped up to offer me his seat on the Tube.
(This never, ever happens at 9.30am and I was flabbergasted. And delighted.)
And I finished my job in Hampstead at lunchtime, just as the sun came out.
So I bought a strawberry gelato here.
And a floaty velvet jacket the colour of champagne and roses from the shop where Kate Moss goes.
(Fancy me shopping where Kate Moss goes. It was one-size-fits-all before you ask.)
Then the nice lady in the shop said she knocks off 25% if customers are friendly.
(And I must have been friendly.)
So I bought a necklace as well.
Then I had tea and lavender shortbread sitting in a rose and jasmine-scented garden.
Went for a stroll and discovered the cottage that I shall buy when I win the lottery.
(Which will probably be on Saturday, seeing as everything's going so well.)
I found three Persephone books on a secondhand bookstall. (No. That would have been greedy. I resisted. I only mention it because that's how good a day it was.)
And the only thing that went wrong all day was getting on the wrong branch of the Northern line. But that doesn't matter, because I always do that.
And when I nodded off on the train, I woke up just in time. And jumped off in a flurry. But I didn't leave the bag with the floaty velvet jacket behind me. So that's all right.
So that is why I have been in a sunshine-y mood all day.
Or was it just because the sun came out?