Today I'm grateful for being able to watch a group of hyenas frolicking and playing in their water hole at the zoo. We took their wagging of tails as a sign that they were all happy - hoping that hyenas have the same language as dogs.
And in a strange way, for the first time ever I'm glad I'm not in the UK - all I can see is bitterness and hate as the funeral of Margaret Thatcher approaches. I thought the British were good for being able to turn the other cheek and being able to move forward, but guess that's difficult when so much hatred abounds. Made me very sad. (That's just my views from a personal perspective, I actually have no interest in politics at all).
Halfway through the month, lots more gratitude to go!