It's probably quite sad, but the highlights of my day are as follows: the first cup of tea; my morning cup of latte from my snazzy Nespresso machine; printing off the crossword from the Times online at around 4pm and stretching out on my kitchen sofa with a pen and a cup of tea; lighting the woodburner in the evening; a glass of wine with supper; and getting into a warm bed with my book and reading for a while before sleep. Best of all is if a daughter is staying, and they join me for tea in bed in the morning, and a long, lazy chat. Other things provide small thrills, like putting out the rubbish, and folding away the ironing. It's not exactly the dizzy heights, but these little things bring happiness, or contentment anyway. I still get a kick out of having a car and going where I choose, and being able to order a meal, or just afternoon tea, whenever I want to. Having the freedom to do as I please is a novelty that has still not worn off after around 45 years of adulthood. As I said, sad isn't it? But I bet I'm not alone ...
I love putting out the rubbish. It gives me deep satisfaction. And taking the seal off new pints of milk.
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ReplyDeletedefinitely not alone in the pleasure of these small, but vital things...love it when all the rubbish is bagged up and put out; a gleaming bathroom sink; smoothing out the bedspread and plumping up the pillows; oh and, yes, first cuppa of the day - nothing quite like that first one!
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