Friday Thanksgiving #2 (on a Sunday)

In no particular order:

• comfortingly delicious homemade smoked-salmon sandwiches straight from my mother’s kitchen for the return train journey to Bristol


• I went to bed at ten to eight on Wednesday evening and it was amazing


• Croatian chocolate spread


• my newly-purchased eggs survived the bumpy bicycle ride home from the supermarket


• the Guardian (the only newspaper worth reading) on Saturday


• crosswords in bed


• endless cups of tea


• eating dinner with W on Royal York Crescent overlooking the city lights, feeling archetypally British with our cardboard boxes of fish and chips sitting on a damp bench in the darkness of a blustery March evening


• the so-called ‘Kulturwochenende’ of L&W which included an orchestral concert at St George’s and a JB Priestley play


• SPRING RAIN!


• the emptiness of the supermarket on a Thursday afternoon


• new recipes and a handsome supper companion


• daffodils and blossom


• bicycle rides to class with the sun shining or the rain pouring down - it doesn’t matter: my ankles are bare and my spring coat on my back and as my bicycle tumbles down streets punctuated by blossoming trees, a great sense of possibility invades. It’s wonderful! (I think I have spring fever again…)


• I still have four limbs!