The random fake cow’s head on a building I spotted during a somewhat frantic drive home.
A flurry of snow seen from the fourth floor in work.
The anticipation of a new-to-me Chalet School book arriving on my desk (and the knowledge that I’m not the only adult woman that still loves these books).
The Crown on Netflix.
Playing Christmas songs because I’m an adult woman and I don’t have to justify these choices.
Singing with my choir at a church service, even though I’m a godless heathen.