Don't you just love it when...

… your candle matches your book.

 … you finally finish the jumper you've been knitting for yonks, it kind of resembles the picture on the pattern, it fits and you might actually wear it.

 … you commit to giving up cakes and biscuits for Lent and twenty days in finds you still abstaining (though you're eating M&S dates by the boxful). 

 

… the camellia springs to life in a corner of the garden.

 …you meet a friend for a catch up over a  delicious lunch at your favourite venue in town, you're still there four hours later and return home so late you have to treat the family to dinner at Pizza Express.

 

… your postman delivers book shaped parcels at regular intervals.

 … your Boy mentions wild garlic season, you remember where it grows locally and you pick enough to make….. well, something delicious.   Probably.          

 

… you find your kitchen completely covered in a thick layer of, ugh,  sugary stickiness after a boy's yumyum frying session and, even though it's really the very last thing you feel like doing on a Sunday night,  you end up having to…. oops, sorry, wrong list.