I am fascinated by how dynamic and how inconsistent my response, (both internal and the one shared with others) is to this sort of question. For me the inane and banal irritations that are with me day in and day out can on occasion grind me down to such an extent that I have an “expletive explosion” at the tiny-ist of things. My amazing wife absolutely hates this and if she lived to be a thousand I could not explain / justify it to her.
Thanks Steve for letting me put this out there
As for birds and birdsong these bring me a lot of happiness. We bought a tall multi point bird feeder and it is so much better value than telly, although we have spent loads on meal worms which have led to 5 chunky starling chicks (they make an annoying squawk rather than pretty birdsong)
The blackbirds are twittering in my garden too. Which would be lovely if it weren’t for the fact they keep attacking my cat. It’s not his fault they’ve chosen to give birth in his garden. Stupid bloody birds.
I have more than 78 irritations. And I whinge and moan about them. My husband rolls his eyes and ignores my bitching and whining.
Then again, sometimes I’m quite happy. The goats cheese with caramelised onion chutney I had for lunch made me quite cheerful. And when lovely OH puts a glass with gin in it in my hand later on, I shall brighten up no end.