I think moments of pure happiness happen very rarely and often in the most ordinary situations.
Decide to go out for the day - "where do you want to go?", "where do you want to go?" and so on.
Set off for Brighton - late - we've taken so long reaching a decision. Both a bit "tetchy". Weather takes a turn for the worse. Caught in traffic jam. Starts to rain very heavily. Bicker about husband driving too close to lorry throwing up sheets of spray. Grumpy silence. Wishing we hadn't bothered.
Reach Brighton. Park car. Sun comes out. Go down to the beach - quite busy - groan inwardly. Lay car rug on beach and lay down, my head on his chest. A warm, soft breeze. Start to doze off to the sounds of children playing in the sea - drift gently away. Wake up, refreshed and suddenly feeling relaxed and happy. A blissful moment, several years ago, never forgotten.
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