List five things you do for fun.

Here I am in the afternoon of my life. Harvesting fun is essential. Because I am greedy, the list is way longer than 5 and is actually not a list at all, more an encyclopaedia of pleasures both micro and massive. Yesterday I ate Churros at 4:30 pm. Absolutely would never appear on a list, but was fun as the sun started to dip on a grey day.

Finding fun is the thing, not listing it. I am weirdly attracted to second-hand shops that sell homewares. I am fascinated by the stuff that people have gathered during their lives only to have it gifted to charity when they downsize their homes, or indeed downsize their expectations after death.

I was heartbroken to find someone’s large collection of Wedgewood on a shelf. A lifetime of loving and gathering. Not my thing at all, but to some tourists, from a cruise ship, the excitement hit fever pitch as they scrambled to buy up every piece and take it home. The fun was in being a bystander to the excitement and hearing their mad conversations about import tax on items costing just a few pounds

There is often fun to be had in other people’s pleasure. Happy people exude happiness. Being on a train with victorious sports fans is such a buzz.

Sometimes fun can be found in adversity. I find that moments of microfun are never too far away. Being receptive is the thing. Especially in the afternoon.