Well, the philosopher would, I expect, ask you to define happiness. But on the scale of one to ten which side do you fall on?
I ask this because there has been yet another survey done about Happiness and what makes us happy. The results make familiar reading and bear no relation to my own list.
Folk say they need things like a dream home, plenty of money, a pet, and other similar things. Has this really got anything to do with happiness I ask?
Well, it certainly hasn't in my case and I wouldn't have thought I was the exception that proved the rule. Maybe they just asked the wrong people or the wrong questions.
I sat and thought about what makes me happy, because make no mistake I am truly happy as I am thank you. What makes it so? A loving husband, a loving family, reasonable health, reasonable mobility, a gentle lifestyle, lots of lovely friends.
None of these are material things - but all are, in my book, the most important things in my life.
I asked the farmer last night what makes him happy and his list was more or less identical to mine. I tried to come up with some material thing which would make me happier. I suggested a bright pink two-seater low slung sports car might go part of the way - to which the farmer replied that I might be able to get into it but he was jolly sure I would never be able to get out of it.
Ah well, that's another bubble burst.
As I sit here the first load of straw for winter bedding has arrived and is being unloaded into the barn by the farmer and his friend and neighbour. Needless to say, as every year, it has arrived on a windy day so that the drive and the lawns are covered in loose straw. I hope it stays windy for a couple of days more so that it all blows away.