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The Life Experiment: Daily Questionnaire
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How would you rate your level of contentment today? (1 represents low contentment, 10 represents high)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
How would you rate your energy level? (1 being very low energy and 10 being very high energy)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
What are two things you are grateful for today?
Finally having a clue about what I want to do with my life
Nabbing Coldplay tickets. They’re going to be a great surprise present for Layla!
What are you struggling with today?
I could do with Layla’s advice on so much right now, but I can’t open up to her. My own stupid fault, I know
Do you have any additional notes on what you would like to discuss in your upcoming counselling session?
Not really. If you could make me feel better about the above, that would be great
It had been a long time since Angus felt nervous approaching his parents’ house. The last time was in his early twenties, sheepishly returning home from a trip to Portugal that went awry. Jasper and Angus had hosted a party that resulted in their accommodation being trashed. When the bill for repairs hit tens of thousands, Peter demanded to know what Angus had been thinking by inviting strangers inside.
Back then Angus wasn’t thinking, but now he was.
Hopping out of the car, Angus headed inside. It was after dinner, so his parents would be relaxing in the snug. A title not entirely fitting for a room bigger than the floorplan of most homes. His knuckles rapped on the door twice before he pushed it open. A crackling log fire greeted him, as did his surprised parents. Sitting on opposite couches, Gilly curled under a blanket, Peter with a book, the pair straightened at the arrival of their son.
‘Angus, what a lovely surprise,’ Gilly said, rising to her feet. ‘Is everything okay?’
‘Everything’s great.’
She brushed a lock of hair back from Angus’s face. ‘You certainly look well. A little flushed, but well.’
‘That’s the flush of excitement,’ Peter said, slotting a bookmark into his book. ‘Is there something in particular you’re here for?’
‘Actually, there is.’
Peter nodded like he expected as much, then indicated for Angus to join him on the sofa. When Gilly retook her seat, Angus obliged, although the energy rattling through his frame made him want to pace the room instead.
‘Well,’ Peter said after a moment. ‘Spit it out, son.’
‘We own two townhouses near Great Ormond Street Hospital, don’t we?’ Angus asked.
Peter nodded. ‘We do, yes.’
‘Good. Well, I’d like them.’
The glass of water Gilly was about to drink from hovered inches from her lips. The sight would have been comical were it not for the seriousness of the moment. ‘You’d like them?’ she repeated.
‘That’s right, yes.’
As Gilly choked on a startled laugh, Peter fixed his gaze on Angus. ‘May I ask what for?’
