The simple pleasures of life...

... sinking into freshly laundered sheets, inhaling the perfect cup of tea as the rain lashes the world outside, trying not to let the smugness overcome you as you hear from an old friend, how eager her sixteen year old is to find out if the email has been sent to 'that friend of yours', because he wants to hear my take on it. There is a mildly gloating tone shadowing my voice even as I express how flattered I am with the status bestowed upon me by the young man - it's not often that the middle ages are viewed as something desirable by that age genre, especially when she happens to be your mum's schoolmate. If that wasn't enough to make me smile, she informs me that I'm the only adult he's apparently taking advice from, nay actively soliciting for opinion. Will miracles never cease?! I will not take my smugness and retire to wallow.