1. Going back to bed after breakfast.
2. Walking down the drive at Pembury Hospital and seeing between the red brick buildings and Portacabins, a fragment of the view across the Medway valley.
3. Watching TV while Katie does her ironing -- the smell of hot cloth and the gasps of steam are very homey.
Ah, bed after breakfast, to listen to the others organize. Now you just need a cat to curl up under your arm while there.
ReplyDeleteClare, I still love your blog so very much - it's a much appreciated dose of Happy in sometimes 'eh' times.
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mmm, going back to bed after breakfast sounds delightful. And I do agree about the sounds/smells of ironing, it reminds me of my great grandmother - As does the smell of laundry which has been dried outside on the line. Ahh, simpler times...
ReplyDeleteEvery once in a while on Sundays, since I was a child, I've snuck off to curl up under the sheets after a full pancake breakfast. Now I do this with my boyfriend of 2.5 years - we love weekend naps. It's enchanting and refreshing.
ReplyDeleteI love your blog. It reminds me to think about all the small, wonderful things in life. Thank you!