1. Wheeling my suitcase down to the station because I'm going away for the weekend.
2. My cousins' particular brand of creativity that covers the kitchen in models of wrinkly tree-stump dwelling creatures with fat bellies and long toes; and allows them to appreciate the photo of me and Rosey in which I am trying to look beautiful and Rosey is cross-eyed. We spend dinner defending the fantasy corner against people who think making up words and worlds is silly.
3. Hearing my aunt up-dating a former colleague about their patients. Some of them now have grandchildren.