Things that make me happy (so I don't forget)

Rain; sleeping in a room that's completely dark and completely quiet; air conditioners; sitting in front of a room heater and warming my toes; blankets with satin linings;
fluffy bathtowels; singing; late night conversations with jazz music in the background and red wine; sleepovers; not having to drive.

High cheekbones; the noises horses make through their noses; good smells; watching pianist's/guitarist's fingers; the smell of foreign suitcases; new shoes; the feel of a baby animal; letting the surf touch my toes; a good book; having do-you-remember evenings with old friends.

Cheese; olives; mustard; pickle; food that makes me crinkle up my nose; good huggers; good kissers; a backrub; singing along to music at the top of my voice; long, wordy emails with plenty of description; people who miss me and say so; flat stomachs; a full packet of cigarettes.

Creating things; telling a good story; hearing a good story; gossip; Turquoise Cottage when it's empty-ish; men who smell nice; pedicures; the perfect cup of coffee; Barista's hot chocolate with mint, on a winter's day, sitting outside and smoking; finally being able to use the big word I have been rolling around in my head all day; identifying a tune; a new episode of one of my favourite TV shows; being able to make someone laugh; being able to laugh.

Having a crush on someone and thrilling with possibilities; new comments on my blog; fluffy pillows; romantic comedies; bumping into someone I haven't seen for ages unexpectedly; house parties; push-up bras; pretty panties; being forced to revise judgements in a good way; finding empty roads when I expected traffic; dimples; good news; horoscopes that promise excitement and romance; meeting new people and becoming instant best friends forever; fashion shows sometimes; a free drink; boxes; old photographs; happy endings.

Right. Everything seems to be in order.