Thaur's nae big secret tae feelin' foo' o' the joys, it's a feelin' we can a' generate by wursels. So dinnae fash! Park yer erse doon in yer favourite chair an' relax. Let this Wee Book be yer best friend fur a whole. Let it melt a' warm an' toasty in yer haunds an' let it wrap itsel' roond her heart lik' a furry worm. It's foo o' guid stuff an' it'll remind ye o' jist how easy it is tae git yer heid lifted an' yer heart swellin'.