"I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy...."
- C.S Lewis
A delicious, full and busy week has passed, most of it spent in London's Book House on a course for work. Enjoyed polishing my editing skills, but enjoyed being in Wandsworth and its Aladdin's cave of excellent cafes, pubs and immaculately decorated townhouses (I love it when people leave their curtains open!) even more. Maybe I live in the wrong part of London...?
Simple pleasures are indeed the last refuge of the complex, as my beloved Wilde put it. Here are some of my last refuges over the past week:
Perfect breakfast at a cafe in Wandsworth. I savoured every bite, every egg-soaked bit of sourdough and sprig of watercress. You know a meal is perfect when you just don't want it to end. Longed to be a character in an Enid Blyton story where the meal would magically appear again after eating the last bite.
Hot chocolate - I'd been running and it was freezing, so I thought I deserved it..... it was perfect, and the skin on top puckered with cold the minute I stepped outside.
Finally, although I have no picture to show for it, and it's an odd thing to put in a post titled "pleasures" but I got my first rejection letter for 2009 this week too. Normally I would have to go in search of a comforting article to read on One Night Stanzas (!) and even though it's never great to see your own handwriting on an envelope lying on the floor as you walk through the door (I was a little bit tipsy as well, having just come in from farewell drinks for a few work friends), I was fine with it, because the letter was not only handwritten from the editor herself, but really nice too! She made a few suggestions on how I could better the pieces I submitted, and urged me to try again. So I think I will.
Here's to another week filled with pleasures.