Raindrops on roses…

I have no objection to whiskers on kittens either.  But the coffee pot going on on a Saturday morning, that is indeed one of my favourite things. 

Channel 4 can get away with a top 50 of programmes on an almost weekly basis, it seems. I don’t think cyberspace needs these from me as well, but an ode to a few things that make me happy, that should fit in nicely. 

Other happy things include sunny days.  Fairly obvious, but ever more necessary when you are in Scotland in the winter.  It doesn’t matter if it’s cold or hot.  It doesn’t actually matter if it rains at some point. But some sunshine to lift the spirits is good. There’s a nice level of sun building up outside as I type, and the co-incidence of sun and the weekend is particularly good. 

This is really meant to be a post about domestic things.  I like stocking the cupboards with food after the weekly shop. I like getting into bed when it’s been clean sheeted.  And I like sitting on the sofa in the sitting room, looking around me at pictures, cook books, a collection of jugs on the dresser. 

For all of my travels – and I enjoy a lot of them – it’s the coming home that’s important.  The making of meals that wouldn’t impress a visitor but say something about the Frydman home.  And yes, the freedom to make heated beverages whenever I want them (truly the British are not quite as cheerful abroad when a hotel room doesn’t include a kettle).