I sincerely hope we have all experienced this at least once in our lives.
I remember the day very well: May 11th 1991.
Hubby and I had got married the day before, and caught the overnight ferry to Holland.
Our wedding night was a riot (bunk beds in an inside cabin with a suction flush loo I was completely fascinated by), but that wasn’t it.
Have you ever felt so totally amazing, special, wonderful, loved, fascinated, happy, glad to be alive, all at once?
That was just some of the emotions I felt when we came out of the railway station and the barrel organ started to play.
The timing could not have been more perfect. My first step in Amsterdam Central and I felt like a queen.
It was not arranged, organised, practiced, or prepared in advance. It just happened.
A perfectly natural start to the day for the barrel organ owner, but it lifted my already happy spirits up by about thirty feet as I felt it was being played just for me.
Oh Happy Day.