Drawing, painting, kissing, cycling (on my Pashley Princess 'Bun'), writing nonsense, Diaries, notebooks, looking out of windows, the sky, snow days, oranges in brown paper bags, swans swimming, speaking on my green telephone to lovely people, baking {cakes especially}, dancing {in my room, in a disco, in a field, by myself}, drinking tea, reading, The Pre-Raphaelites, William Morris, Matisse, erotic fiction, trembling, Love with a capital L, dalmations, teapot collecting, watercolour, boats, swimming, cliches, obsessing, toe curling, hiding under blankets, cashmere preferably, jumpers, knits, knitting (not being able to knit), bread and jam, toasted or not, my garden, walking in the cold until your hands turn blue and your cheeks rose, forests, forgetting, remembering, music, singing, out loud, in my head or in the shower or in my dreams on a stage, learning guitar- slowly but surely, leaving rememberances, finding a purpose, smiling at whoever will let me, buying flowers-finding a vase, second hand shopping, my string bag, recycling, bed socks, trips away, and then back again, Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, birds, lavender, household chores, talking to myself, Family, hugs. I love Hugs, good tight, strong ones.
Lovely people who like to share tea, dream, wishes and nonsense.
Anything that has a soul, tickles my ear pretty, makes me want to sing along, makes my feet tip tap, makes me cry or is good to cry to. And sometimes some trash.
You've got Mail. Over and over again.
Food programs: Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall, Nigella Lawson, Urban Chef, The Barefoot Contessa, Two Fat Ladies, That Nice Irish Lady. Sometimes Delia.
Books about Love.
My Family.