I have decided what makes me happy these days is decidedly simple. Is this an age thing? I seemingly no longer need diamond-encrusted giraffes, bouquets of black roses and piloting pigs to make my heart smile.
On my day off I...
Woke up next to my sweet man, who incidentally freaked me out in the middle of the night when he held his face right over mine and stared at me while he was dreaming - holy cats that was scary!
Snoozed in with the dogs in my bed until the ghastly hours were passed and it was at least 8am
Opened the windows to let the musky, summery air waft through the apartment, totally rejecting our overused air conditioners
Pottered around catching up on meaningless things and clearing my office of total rubbish
Walked briskly around Victoria Park with my favourite tunes blaring in my abused ears
Picked out some fresh ingredients for a never-attempted-before feast out of my new cookbook
Mooched around the house some more with
my equally as relaxed better half and the furry children (that would the the dogs again rather than some mutant offspring)
That's it... that's all it takes these days for me to want to give a random stranger a massive high five.