Working in London last week, I emerged from Westminster tube station just as Big Ben struck eight. It was curiously thrilling to hear what comes from the radio every hour at its source. I wondered if I was being silly. Then I walked past a man, in his mid 50s, smart and besuited, on his phone: “You’ll never guess,” he was saying, “I just heard Big Ben actually chiming! I was standing right beside it! ” So, either not silly, or only me and that man were silly. Frankly, I don’t care. It was fab.

My mother and my younger niece were looking at ‘Thrive’. My Mum read from the bio at the back: ‘Stephanie writes in her studio, which sits under the branches of an apple tree at the bottom of her garden’, then said to Emily, “that makes Auntie Stephanie sound like a fairy.” They both giggled. So did I.

From a train, against a bruise of a sky, I saw the most catch-your-breath rainbow I will probably ever see. As my Grandma would have said, it was glorious. Rich and warm and strong.

I wish you something to lift your heart, today. I don’t think it matters whether your heart is heavy to begin with or not. It can always get a bit higher, lighter.