It’s the little things in life

Forget five-star holidays, a new iPad or a lifetime supply of Kenzo jumpers, sometimes it’s life’s simplest pleasures that are the path to happiness*

Singing loudly in the car...

and quietly believing your voice is ‘a little bit Beyoncé’.

Finding £10...

in the pocket of some old jeans and realising your slovenly habits have paid off: it wouldn’t have survived the wash.


from irritating mailing lists. When did you even sign up for International Meat News?

Eating peas...

fresh from the pod. From now on you will only be interested in Birds Eye if you sprain your ankle.

Buying the Sunday papers...

late on Saturday night on the way back from the pub. You’re so on top of the news, you’re basically Moira Stewart.

The first sip of wine...

after a long week. The second, third and fourth aren’t bad either, now you mention it.

Playing a board game

Only if you win though of course, otherwise it’s rubbish.

Lighting a fire

Who needs Bear Grylls?

The smell of an English breakfast...

cooking on a hangover. Can you legally marry a piece of thick-cut bacon?

Eating anything with double cream

Including, but not limited to, ‘a spoonful of double cream’.

The first Twister lolly of the year

It’s only 18 degrees, and you do have some goosebumps, but hey – this is summer.

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The smell of blown out birthday candles

Gets less pleasurable as the number of candles grows though.

Being inside when...

most of the world is getting soaked in a storm. Bonus points if you’re wearing a dressing gown.

Trying all your clothes on

Not at the same time though, we’re not mad.

Waking up, thinking you’re late for work…

then remembering it’s Saturday.

Cheese on toast

Jamie Oliver could offer to cook for you at that moment and you’d turn him down.

Finding a dress...

you thought you’d lost. And still liking it.

Writing on a banana skin

Deputy art editor Tash says you have to trust her on this one.

The first toe in your slippers...

after a long night in big heels. Oh sweet lord.

Getting a postcard

Will it always feel as exciting as the one you got in 1995 telling you how your best friend on her French exchange got a ride on a moped from a boy called Guillaume?

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