Contentment

I once read that true contentment can only be achieved when one has somewhere to live, enough food to eat and someone to love. 'Well two out of three isn't bad', I thought this morning as I munched on a bowl full of muesli by the radiator. My Ex told me the last time she felt truly contented was when she commisioned the twisted sister of stitch, Mrs Nesbitt, to sew sardines into the hem of my all weather anorak. Thankfully those dark days are over and I have a new light in my life. Meryl. I wouldn't say it was love yet but I am working on it and she seems rather keen. She called me three times yesterday. Life is looking up.