When I was very young, my favourite story was that of Mrs Tiggy-Winkle and I have a fondness for her which has endured over the years.
How lovely to live in a place in the country and to be able to spend the day drying the washing outdoors and having the satisfaction of beautifully ironed linen...
On days when there is not much to smile about, I only have to see Mrs Tiggy-Winkle standing there with her ironing to feel that all will be well and if I want to add a spring to my step, I can wind the key to this music box and listen to 'Oh, what a beautiful morning' to feel that everything will go my way.