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With the sun shining in through my window, tickling my prisms and making rainbows dance on my walls I can’t help but feel really summery today. I know I should be out and about enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin but with hay-fever still visiting I have been enjoying a lazy morning in my PJs making the last bit of jam.

While I was chopping and cutting up the last of the peaches I danced around my tiny kitchen to the soundtrack of Dirty Dancing. I twirled to I’ve had the time of my Life, shimmiedΒ  to Hey Baby and sang along to them all at the top of my voice, hoping the neighbours were out.

As I was labeling the hot sticky jam into the jars I had lined up on the kitchen counter I couldn’t help but giggle when Eric Carmen’s silky voice suddenly crooned Hungry Eyes at me. I know he didn’t mean my jam but it was so fitting and I spilled lots of the hot sweet fluid as my giggles made my hands shake.

But I think it’s time to get dressed now, put my pinny in the wash and scrub the sugar off my hands, after all it is Saturday and who knows what can happen when the sun is high in the sky and everyone is in a good mood.

At first, I only laughed at myself. Then I noticed that life itself is amusing. I’ve been in a generally good mood ever since.

Marilyn vos Savant American writer and women with the highest IQ

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