It’s been a tumultuous fortnight of moving house, fighting racism and just trying to get on with my day, so what better timing to document 10 things that have brought joy to my world? In the face of seeing a barrage of ‘No Chinese’ signs – mercifully not in person, just in global images – being able to quietly reflect on the little things that keep me going has been nothing short of glorious.

There’s a lot to be said for appreciating the smaller, not necessarily finer details of the everyday mundane. Here’s to another list of petite joys, the moments that’ve brought and woven poetry to my days, this fortnight:

一. When the barista knows your order by heart and always asks about your day.

二. Heart-warming Tweets (I was going to write ‘notes’ but the Internet is sugar-coated enough without me evoking images of handwritten paper notes!) of support after my experience that went micro-viral.

三. Getting all the way through a particularly difficult demi-pointe session in my Barre class for the first time in ages. Progress always feels incredible.

四. My last dog walk by the farms: bittersweet, but so beautifully crisp and complimented by a tittering birdsong, as always.

五. Elasticated waistbands + cramps = name a more iconic duo.

六. Feeling like you might just have made a great decision (for once).

七. Opening a new Instagram account to document all things new house-related! Find us at @daisybutterathome.

八. Louise and I’s evening routine of watching Love Island, eating second dinners and laughing our heads off about nothing much in particular.

九. The feeling you get when you plop yourself in a train seat after a busy day out.

十. Payday; and realising you can finally pop out and treat yourself to a new book! I picked up Little Women.

Before I go, I just wanted to add. Coronavirus scaremongering has gripped the world and whilst I’m not denying anybody the ability or right to be scared, I have found it despicable that so many people are tarring all Chinese and East Asians with the same brush. Not only have there been countless reports in the media of hate crime and racism, my own family have experienced our own incidents.

I’m thoroughly enjoying being avoided (like the literal plague) on busy commutes and given a two-foot berth. My brother had half a carriage to himself the other night. Dad felt too scared by customers in the shop talking about him and the staff to pop out at lunch.

Like I say so often, please use your privilege to speak up and out if you see such behaviour in public. We’d really appreciate it. Be the joy in someone’s day.

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