Goodness, it's another year.

New Year's has me folding washing ... and thinking.

I'm thinking of other people, and their innate goodness.

People in the Netherlands who berate themselves, thinking they don't do enough to make the world a better place, 

and while they're lamenting their lack of effort towards World peace, they're sending little packages of hand-chosen whimsy to people they don't know ... and those people beam with happiness.

 

And then there are others, further north, who naughtily hide treasure amongst mod-cons.

 

Hand-beaten, century-old silver, hand-polished late into the night, and fit only for a King ... and those people with the little spoon think it's plum worth its weight in gold.

 

 And then there are others, a bit more south, who have more than enough to keep them busy, who at the mention of a word, will front the postal push-and-shove and send something else ... 

which arrives unexpectedly and almost immediately, and prompts a flurry of furniture polishing and cleaning; a reminder to those people on the receiving-end to preserve what's handcrafted and valuable ...

That's what I'm doing for New Year's ... folding and thinking. Not of what's been received, but thinking of these people who possibly don't realise that their goodness, and their impact, lies in their thinking of other people ... and that generosity and selfless goodness spreads its way right across the world ...

Thank you people. Over and out.

PS So many undies found while folding! Who'd have thought.