The Happiness List: A wonderfully feel-good story to make you smile this summer!

‘Like old person,’ observed Georg. ‘My grandmother had wrinkled face like this.’ Everyone laughed. Georg looked surprised. ‘Is true.’

‘Good,’ said Nik. ‘And now how does it feel in your hand – consider this for a moment with your eyes closed.’

‘Soft,’ said Sue after a pause.

‘Sticky,’ added Pamela.

‘Knobbly,’ said someone else.

‘And the smell?’ asked Nik. ‘Take your time.’

‘Sweet,’ said Heather.

‘Rich,’ said Georg. ‘Like dark sugar smell.’

‘Like my mum’s larder,’ observed Jim with a smile. ‘She did a lot of baking, like Mrs T.’ Pamela grinned at him.

‘And now we taste,’ said Nik. ‘Don’t chew it at first, just let it rest on your tongue and focus on what comes to mind.’

There was a long pause before they answered.

‘Liquorice,’ said Pamela with a confused frown.

‘Longing,’ added Heather. ‘I know it’s sweet but I can’t taste it yet.’

‘Salt and sweet,’ said Fran, looking at Nik. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t wait – I had to bite it.’

Nik smiled. ‘It’s okay, it’s not a test. What this shows us isn’t about the sultana itself. It’s about our ability to focus on the present moment, to concentrate on the thing that is right in front of you. Congratulations – you all have the capacity to be mindful. I promise that if you practise, you will feel the benefits.’ Fran arched a brow at him. ‘Even you, Fran.’

‘Cheek,’ she laughed.

Nik addressed the group. ‘So this week’s homework is to find an activity that enables you to be mindful or present in the moment or however you would like to phrase it. Add it to your own happiness list and do your best to incorporate it into your life. Try to view it as you taking a deep breath when you need it most.’

As they left the course a while later, Fran turned to Pamela and Heather. ‘Right, all that breathing and focusing on the present has made me realize that I need a drink and, as my mother is staying over again, I intend to take full advantage of the fact. Who fancies the pub?’

Heather checked her phone. No messages from Luke but as he’d been working late all week, Heather fully expected more of the same. What was the point in going home to an empty house again? ‘I’m in,’ she declared. ‘Pamela?’

‘Barry will only be glued to one of his gardening programmes and Matty’s out so why not?’

‘I love it when a plan comes together,’ said Fran with a grin.

The Goldfinch Tavern used to be a spit-and-sawdust kind of pub with a decidedly dodgy clientele until a forward-thinking brewery took it over, replaced the sticky floor with dark wood and peeled back the Anaglytpa to expose the brick behind it. It had a cosy, shabby-chic feel and was much loved by the local community.

An open mic night was kicking off as the three women arrived, so they made a beeline for a quiet table in an adjoining room where they could hear each other speak.

‘My choir often does gigs in here,’ said Pamela as Fran returned from the bar carrying a bottle of Prosecco and three glasses.

‘Ahh yes, the famous Hope Street community choir. My friend Nat always says it saved her after she and Dan split up,’ said Fran.

‘Lovely Nat, she’s a treasure,’ said Pamela.

‘Caroline told me that she formed the choir in order to save the community hall,’ remarked Heather.

‘That sounds like Caroline,’ observed Fran with one eyebrow raised. ‘She had quite a lot of help.’

‘Ahh, Caroline’s got a good heart,’ insisted Pamela.

‘She just keeps it well hidden,’ said Fran.

Pamela giggled. ‘Oh, get away with you.’

‘Come on then ladies, let’s practise what we’ve learnt,’ said Fran as she poured the Prosecco. ‘Observe if you will, the flow of golden liquid…or does that sound as if I’m talking about wee?’ She smirked.

Heather laughed. ‘Watch the bubbles lift and pop on this glistening sea of gold.’

‘Still sounds like wee,’ grinned Fran. ‘You try, Pamela.’

‘Um, look at the foaming surge of liquid?’ she offered, frowning with concentration.

Fran snorted with laughter. ‘Okay, stop now because that sounds plain wrong.’ Heather and Pamela chuckled as Fran handed them a glass each. ‘So, enough with the mindfulness. Here’s to my happiness buddies – cheers!’

‘Cheers!’ they chorused.

‘So are you still singing with the choir?’ said Heather to Pamela.

Pamela nodded. ‘Oh yes – they’re wonderful. You should both come. Choir always gives me a lift.’

Fran grimaced. ‘I think you might end up with all the stray cats in the neighbourhood lining up outside the hall – I can’t sing for toffee.’

Heather laughed. ‘I love music but I always preferred dancing to singing.’

‘Ooh, I used to love dancing as a girl – ballroom mainly but I did enjoy a bit of jive,’ said Pamela.

‘Go Pamela!’ cried Fran. She nudged Heather. ‘It’s great that you decided to come along for another session of the course.’

Heather flashed a smile at Pamela. ‘I’ll go anywhere for a decent slice of lemon drizzle. Plus, it’s good to make some friends round here. Luke’s often working so…’

‘You get lonely sometimes,’ said Fran as if she understood.

Heather held her gaze for a second before nodding. There was something about Fran that reminded her of Gemma – both straight-talking women with teasing humour.

‘It must be hard living where your mum grew up but not having her or your dad around,’ added Pamela with her customary tact.

Fran and Heather exchanged glances. ‘Don’t feel too sorry for me, Pamela. I’ve got my lovely cousin, Gemma, who’s supported me ever since Mum and Dad died. I moved in with her family after it happened and we’ve been best mates ever since.’

‘Does she live nearby?’ asked Pamela.

‘About an hour away. She’s married and had a baby six months ago. I saw them today actually.’ She took out her phone and showed them a picture. ‘That’s Freddy, he’s my godson.’