The simple pleasure of wearing a hoodie. The softness against my skin and the slide of the zip. Some people borrow the hoodie of a partner. That isn’t part of my world, but I still love my hoodie.

The simple pleasure of baking, combing the ingredients, and then the tempting aroma building as the oven works its magic to make an irresistible delight to devour.

The simple pleasure of a cream tea. The still warm lightness topped with jam and cream.

Afternoon tea with me, sharing my homemade scones. Utter perfection.
Sinful Sunday

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