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Raindrops on roses . . . 


Found this in my drafts – I’d started it a few months ago but somehow never got round to posting it. Anyhow, a cold rainy winter morning seems like a good time to think about a few of my favourite things. In no particular order . . .
- purring cats
- the smell of coffee in the morning
- thunder & lightning storms (when I’m warm and dry inside)
- Sunday mornings (and occasional cat days)
- hugs & cuddles
- bursting out laughing
- fresh sun-dried sheets
- yoga class
- tapas and wine outdoors on a warm summer evening
- the way Nog smiles at me when he wakes up
Suddenly I can think of tons more. What are some of yours?


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