All I had to do today was buy two baguettes, some lettuce, snack tomatoes for my daughter and parsley.
And a newspaper. We live in a small village in the East of Holland, so getting a subscription to the Financial Times is pointless, as they would deliver it a day late. That’s actually fine, because I probably wouldn’t have the time to read it during the week anyway. Better for the tree population as well. But on Saturday, it feels like a luxury to me to go to the village newsagent and pick up my paper copy of the FT. I love it.
Today was an incredible luxury. The kids were playing here and there and I had the time to finish reading two newspapers. That’s what I remember as real, sustained happiness throughout my entire life: slow Saturdays.
What’s your luxury?