on the metro

The other day I saw an old couple (the husband was in a wheelchair) sat on the metro to the coast. They weren't talking, just sitting there quietly. But then the wife brought out a tube of Jaffa Cakes and peeled the lid off. She inhaled the smell of them deeply, and said a soundless "oooh." Grinning, she gave the tube to her husband and he smelled them too and they chuckled and enjoyed the smell together.

I hope when I'm old and on the metro I'll have someone to share the smell of Jaffa Cakes with.

oh, the joy...

...of honey on toast. Truly, I cannot imagine a thing much more perfect.

Literally liquid gold, and completely wonderful.

I love the way that, if you flick the toast quickly onto your plate and get the butter on before it starts to cool, it melts into yummy shimmery goldenness.

I love that the honey itself makes a really thin crunchy layer on the top that makes a good noise when you bite it.

And I love that my cheap toaster is a little bit too small for my bread, so the top is still a little bit soft when I take it out.

I celebrate and give thanks for the joy that is toast.