My Favorite Simple Daily Pleasures
They may be simple- but they make my day
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It is the little things that mean the most...how often have you heard this said? Well, I thought I would put together an article that describes the little things that make my day. You may find them inconsequential, or just plain daft...! However it may be that you also share that little bit of inexplainable joy that these events bring to my day.
I hope that you will find this article fun and entertaining.
Presented by Bejeezers
Updated 4th July 2014 p.m.
At the fuel pump
I have something of a challenge every time I fill my car with fuel. It started sometime ago when my wife scolded me for daring to put Â£30.01 worth of diesel into my car and then offer the young garage assistant 2 x Â£20 notes from which to painfully extract the change from the till. Quite an inoccuious little incident you might think... but ever since then, I have found myself striving to always achieve at least a full pound's worth of fuel at each refuelling of my car. I don't always succeed, and I can't tell you the number of times that I have stayed at the pump eaking out another few drops of fuel attempting to avoid the humiliation of being unable to avoid the garage assistant having to count out 99 pence in change.
Being greeted each morning by our pet dog - Caeser
What's so special about this - some may ask. But for me, being greeted each morning with such enthusiasm and joy is such a lovely way to start any day. Caeser is our pet Chuhuahua and he has been with us for just over a year. He is an intense and energetic little dog with boundless enthusiasm for the things he enjoys. He gives is so much and all he asks for in return is our company.
Do you share any of my simple daily pleasures?
Parking my car in the car space I want
I hate, I mean I really hate, being forced to park my car in a parking space that simply doesn't "feel right". Now please tell me that it's not just something peculiar to me. We all have to park at times in the only car parking place left - and surely, you must have parked the car only to feel really uncomfortable with your choice and have had the urge to move?
Anyhow, I NEED to feel that I have selected the correct parking space. It needs to feel right. The other cars surrounding me need to somehow "compliment" my car. They need to have been parked by their respective owners with due care and attention and with a healthy respect for the white lines that seperate each space. When this is acheived, I get out of my vehicle with a great sense of correctness and quite happily stride away to the supermarket or high street. I can always tell when I clearly have made an effort to find the "perfect" space - my wife always remarks: "Does that make you feel happy" - "You've left all those other spaces that are much closer to where we are going." I usually just smile - it does make me happy, it really does...
Tea and biscuit
Its a simple pleasure I know - but I love that quiet moment at the beginning of each day when I can just sit quietly for a few minutes with a freshly brewed cup of tea and a ginger biscuit.
Do you have a simple daily pleasure?