1. We were parked on the hardshoulder of the M25. Uncaring juggernauts rolled past and Gritty rain splattered all around mocking the suddenly not working windscreen wipers. John called the AA, reeling off lists of details, from car make to numberplate to address. In frustration at the blurry windscreen, he jabbed at the wiper control. All I could do was laugh and point... 'What's wrong? Nothing now,' he told the AA operater. 'The windscreen wipers have just started working again.'
2. The relief of being reunited with my stash of paracetamol at the wrong time of the month.
3. A glass of wine at the end of a long day.
