I like afternoons like this: outside it’s cold and damp, but I’m now warm and dry, having been into work, filling the gaps in some ‘n’ numbers, then for a swim; and, feeling pleasantly exhausted, I’m about to settle down with a smoked bacon, stilton and avocado sandwich, a glass of red, my Sunday newspaper, a book and Ludwig’s glorious Ninth. Bliss!
Well, almost. But never underestimate simple pleasures; indulge them when you can. The rest can wait (at least until tomorrow).