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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.

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.