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Happiness is sitting in bed with a good book, smelling nice food cooking and knowing some of it's for you.
Happiness is standing under the Angel of the North in the pouring rain reading mis-spelt but curiously sweet graffiti.
Happiness is rejoining the library and finding they have a super-check-out system that just knows which the books you want are.
Happiness is having one of those days when everything around you falls into rhythm.
Happiness is having the right music at the right time, and the lights along the Quayside.
And it's knowing what you want, when it's in front of you, and being smart enough to be grateful when you've got it.
Happiness is standing under the Angel of the North in the pouring rain reading mis-spelt but curiously sweet graffiti.
Happiness is rejoining the library and finding they have a super-check-out system that just knows which the books you want are.
Happiness is having one of those days when everything around you falls into rhythm.
Happiness is having the right music at the right time, and the lights along the Quayside.
And it's knowing what you want, when it's in front of you, and being smart enough to be grateful when you've got it.