It goes something like this:
I let Rocky out for a widdle and head to the kitchen to make the Wife her lunch.
A well-oiled machine.
Yesterday morning was no exception. While we were fixing breakfast my better half spied the sandwiches I had prepared and let out a little yelp of excitement. 'My favourite!' she said, 'I love that smell.'
'Of the mustard?' I enquired, confused.
'No, the Spam,'
Who would have thought some reformed pigs bits could make such a pretty woman so very happy. Spam. it turns out, is her favourite thing to put in a work-day sandwich. A woman of simple tastes; I'm starting to understand why she married me.
We should find more pleasure in simple things. Our genetically modified generation are always looking for stuff that's bigger, brighter, faster and more enhanced than ever before. Look at things in their raw state. Marvel at the purity of nature, the wonder of family, the beauty of a human thought. See how the sun and moon maintain their orbit and be enthralled by it. Look at what God has made and how he has made it and be satisfied because it is truly satisfying.
In the words of King David, the second king of Israel:
Taste and see that the LORD is good.
And now for some cheesy mid-week misic. The Afters with Light up the Sky.