Not hot choc or the leccy blanket, I’m talking about the sort of rosy cloud that can settle on your head at a particular memory or picture or anecdote. The opposite of a black dog on your shoulders.
For me it’s a surprise WhatsApp pic of a grandchild for instance - or the memory of SIL encouraging littlest fella ( 2 1/2) to “Say bye bye to Granny” recently as I took my leave.
“I bye byed Granny ALWEDDY” he protested (true)- just made us all laugh!
CUTTING OFF A ROSE BRANCH IN NEXT DOOR'S GARDEN