Weekends are so often meant to be about going out, seeing people, visiting places. With blogging especially, there can be the niggling thought that you need to go out and do or wear something 'blogworthy'. But so oftenI find it is the simple things that bring the most pleasure... This weekend, the boy and I did so little of note but I felt like I could just burst with happiness. Breakfast bundled up in bed, snuggled away from the cold dreary weather. A first log fire to sit and read or watch films in front of. Sweet purring kitties in need of attention. A hot, steaming bath filled with all sorts of fragrant goodies. All with the best company I could wish for. I always find it refreshing to feel such appreciation for the more everyday experiences. A weekend hibernating from the world felt better than any glamorous trip I could dream of.
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