Small pleasures

I was ironing shirts tonight before bed and it struck me that sometimes it's the little things which bring the greatest pleasure; I like the feeling of a nice crisp clean ironed shirt against my skin. I also like laundry that's been dried on a clothesline in the sun; there is a certain crispness and fresh scent of towels and sheets that have had time to hang on a line in the sunshine.

Now, if only I could find a barber in town where I could get a very old fashioned shave with a straight razor, the steamed towel on the face... ahhh, bliss.