Happily sewed a pair of pyjamas, making them nice because I wanted to. And just knowing how to do it.
Seeing Jo for a dusk walk to Boots.
Dipping Yorkshire puddings into a mug of almost-gravy.
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A long walk in the woods with Jim. Yellow leaves, grey sheep and green fields.
A home cooked Sunday lunch with loads of gravy.
No headphones, no traffic. Just quiet.
Three little things 