comforts

I am stuck up with a cold at the moment which has seen me coughing and spluttering my way through the last four days or so - and while I rest in bed clutching damp handkerchiefs and lemon and honey drinks I contemplate the simple wonderful things in my life at the moment -
like a warm place to sleep
the big wide blue outside
flowers at our window
the view coming through the doorway of the brick and the old bell
a fixed washing machine
rhubarb
Japanese cotton
and a husband who is patient and kind
and suggests things like
cuddles even though I will sneeze all over him,
and taking our soup to the park across the road
so we can eat it the sunshine
(Oh how I love this man)