Five simple pleasures

(courtesy of Andy, who tagged me.)

1. A walk on a winter's evening, the air crisp with frost.
2. Comfortable silence, of the sort you get between two close friends.
3. A night's sleep in my own bed after time spent away.
4. The feeling described thus by Winnie the Pooh: "although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was even better than when you were." Not restricted to food alone, of course.
5. The memory of my grandmother's cooking.

Now I'm told I should tag five people, but she's not posted anything in so long that I'm passing the buck to Kris alone. Get writing!