1. The washing-up liquid at work smells (to me, anyway) faintly and pleasingly of roses -- it's Cusson's Morning Fresh.
2. Walking down a path almost lost in chest-high bracken. I imagined what it would be like to be too small to see over the top, to only have a view of stalks and underbrush.
3. Finding a mysterious cairn at the side of the path.
Opening the wrapper of a Milky Bar to find that the white chocolate has melted just enough for me to be able to bend it without it breaking in two, but not so melted that my fingers get covered in a smeary mess.
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