I’ve been reading Bill Bryson’s Notes From A Small Island, a hilarious account of Britain in the early 90s from an American’s point of view, and one line he said struck me.
He’s in a small town in Wales on a Sunday stuck by a lack of public transport in the pouring rain having a terrible time before he manages to find an open hotel to stop in for some lunch. I’ll give you the quote:
At the far end of the town was a little resteraunt called Myfannwy’s and by a miracle it was open. I hastened to the beckoning warmth , where I peeled off my sodden jacket and sweater and went with a handful of suddenly enlivened hair to a table by a radiator. I was the only customer. I ordered a coffee and a little something to eat and savoured the warmth and dryness. Somewhere in the background Nat King Cole sang a perky tune. I watched the rain beat down on the road outside and told myself that one day this would be twenty years ago.
It really struck me when I read it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen things put into perspective so succinctly but what an important message to try and remember when things are less than ideal.