SOME days you just know are going to be good days. Forget logic, rely on instinct and cling to the belief that it’s a wonderful life. You’ll be amazed at the outcome.

Tuesday was such a day.

It seemed a perfect opportunity to take the Thames Path from Osney Mead to the old Gasworks Bridge and on to Abingdon Road. Heaven’s over-generous rain in past weeks had encouraged trees, bushes, plants and weeds to prosper, turning it into a green wonderland.

The people I passed were happy, willing to chat and count their blessings. One five-year-old girl called Maeve, out with her grandparents, assured me she had seen a fairy and one of the seven dwarfs peering from the bushes near Grandpont Nature Park.

My joie de vivre was such that I was happy to believe her.

CORNMARKET Street was more like a buskers’ music festival than the city’s busiest shopping area. A lively trio drew a crowd at Carfax to hear lively music from the 40s and 50s while a few yards on, a father and son act entertained with electric guitar and double bass.

Brother and sister Johnny, 16, and Xana, 14, played and sang their own compositions outside St Michael at the North Gate, while their grandparents looked on proudly, fortified by coffee and cakes from the café inside the church gate.

While a young man entertained children making balloon sculptures, mum and dad could enjoy the classics sung by mezzo soprano Josephine Organ-Jennings, from Witney.

She is a long-time chum of mine and I was delighted to hear she had recently graduated from the Royal Manchester College of Music. She needed no amplifier to make herself heard. What a magnificent voice!

Add to this a jovial fire eater and you can see why Cornmarket Street was the place to feel contented with the world.

BUT was this all going to end badly in High Street? An elderly couple – no, not elderly but old; both are within months of becoming nonaginarians – were trying to cross the road after leaving the bank.

All right, they should have gone to the pedestrian crossing, but chose to make the shortest route from bank to Covered Market. They dithered, stepped out and stepped back. I was about to cross the road and hopefully prevent carnage (I had just left the market) when it happened.

A young Chinese visitor – he was 15 – detached himself from his group. He walked up to the couple, gave an impressive bow, and then guided them across the road, respectfully thanking the motorists with a smile and a nod. The couple were clearly grateful and thanked him, while he repeated the respectful bow several times.

See, I told you it was a wonderful life – so enjoy it!