When it takes someone else pointing out that you’ve put on five kilos to realise it, when your attempt at a healthy breakfast means a smoothie down your freshly ironed skirt, and when your dog decides your favourite bra is his favourite chew toy is when the simple pleasures in life are more important than ever – not that a more complicated pleasure like winning $20 million and having to call in rich wouldn’t be welcomed too, but you take what you can get.
Yep, this seemingly innocent pup has a fetish for women’s underwear.
You know your day is turning to poop when it starts with you stuck on a bus with a pack of J’aime wannabes screaming out phrases like ‘he is totes gross’, followed by a longing look at the spotted youth on the left. Which is then followed by J’aime or the acne activated Adonis offering you their seat because you’re so old. Grrrr. Yes, I will sit down, but only because my shoes are so awesome I can’t walk in them, not because I am ready to be shipped off to the nursing home.
But all can seem right with the world when seemingly simple pleasures cross your fateful path. No, I’m not getting all freaky deaky, dream-catcher-y, path of enlightenment-y on your tush, but crawling into bed with fresh sheets last night just about made, what was otherwise an incredibly crappy day. Is there any better feeling in the world than fresh sheets on your bed? Or when you find a new cool section of sheet? Or am I completely batty?
What is it about a full tank of petrol that makes me feel invincible? Maybe it’s the thought that I could almost make it to Dunnedoo without stopping, except for a visit to the dunnydoo. Or maybe it’s just the fact I won’t have to make an embarrassing phone call to my lovely mechanic husband, Mr C, or the RACQ to say ‘Help me! I ran out of petrol half way down the street because I am so lazy I couldn’t be bothered walking less than a kilometre to pick up milk.’
And why oh why does nothing taste better than the first Jatz out of the packet or the first bowl of Cornflakes from the packet?
The lovely Rebecca Sparrow coined the term ‘Best Free Feelings’: feelings, activities or experiences that make you feel wonderful, but don’t cost a cent (or much). So what are your small wonders or best free feelings?
And because we’re talking about small wonders, this is a small blog entry. So there.
It's Claire as mud 
OMG new clean sheets are amazing!!!! And while cake is always fantastic – when you eat it for breakfast, in your PJs and you dont have to share it – it is outstanding!