Current work: articles/nonfic/tinkering with new book outline
Listening to: various medieval stuff
Reading: next on my TBR bookcase (too tired last night)
Whenever Madam wakes up in the middle of the night, she always invades our bed – which means I get left with the teensiest bit of mattress. We had one of those nights, last night; once she was settled back in her own bed, I could NOT get back to sleep. Which means that today I’m sleep-deprived and grumpy.
Not helped by DH deciding to be helpful this morning – he took my phone from my bag to charge it up (it was beeping to signal that the battery was low), and apparently my keys were on top of the phone... and he didn’t put them back in the same place. Caused me a good five minutes of panic until I found them.
So today I’ve gone for a small, simple pleasure.
Specifically, ginger cake. Like the ones my mum and I used to make: autumn always makes me think of sticky ginger cake. I had a little time to kill between the school run and seeing my accountant, and the supermarket in the village sells cakes from a local cake-maker – practically as good as home made. Just as I’d hoped, there was a little ginger cake on the shelf. I don’t normally indulge, because I’m the only one in the house who likes it and I have no willpower whatsoever (so you know who’s going to eat the entire cake over the next few days. Kate Glutton). But today, after a broken night and that panicky, chaotic five minutes where I couldn’t find my keys… I really wanted cake. A tiny slice (two bites’-worth) along with a cup of Earl Grey.
It’s gone a long way to restoring my mood. I have no intention of feeling guilty about it, even though I know that cake is a Bad Thing. I have a feeling that, in this economic climate, small, simple pleasures are going to be very necessary.
What’s your small, simple pleasure?