‘The kettle’s boiling’, three words that bring a smile to my heart. It’s always been the little things, but as we age we can stop pretending it’s the big things that make us happy.
I’d rather stroke a new empty notebook than receive a surprise present. I’d rather an earl grey than a cocktail (most of the time, and always at home!). Slippers over high heels. Bed over party. Book over phone call. Yarn and hooks in my lap, old favourite TV show, Friday night favourite dinner, family and best friends.
‘The kids are asleep’, ‘the sun’s come out’, ‘I cleaned the toilets’. Easily pleased, and difficult to please, that’s me. It’s a simple, personal mixture of textures, tastes, sights, and smells which make me happy. And knowing those ingredients makes my heart smile.
