The way After Eights melt in my mouth
The smell of coffee beans on someone’s breath
The smell of paper – old books, new notebooks or just scraps burning
Walking on dew-soaked grass first thing in the morning
Lying drowsily in winter sunshine
A breath of cold mountain air
My old laughably girlie and terribly comfy night-shirt – the baby pink one with the hearts, the stuffed dog and the teddy-bear (yes, yes, I know)
A foot-rub that goes on and on and on
Running on soft beach sand
The decor of Mocha
A pair of Lycra jeans that fits just right
Anything satin
That fabulous moment when a pert-bottomed man in well-tailored trousers bends down to pick up something he dropped on the floor
Buttered popcorn, especially with a good movie on the side
A whiff of Brut on someone particularly ogle-worthy
A dozen perfectly sharpened 2B pencils
A dozen roses – hello, girl blogger alert
My warm blanket, which is beckoning invitingly at the moment, so good night then
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