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Marmite on hot buttered toast and a glass of cold milk.
Love it.
Yours??
Lavender oil in a bubble bath with a good book. Or tea tree oil if scratched to hell by brambles.
Bimbling along the promenade on my bike. Late morning cake and coffe.
A mid afternoon snooze on the sofa with the dogs.
An uninterrupted dump.
A rare treat indeed.
Marmite on toast is a good shout. I’d add:
- New socks!
- Freshly made bed with cool pillows
- Beans on toast
- Boiled egg with brown bread
- Sitting outside with a great view in silence but next to someone you love
- An unexpected hug from the kids - more special as they get older...
Feeling tired - falling asleep - waking up - feeling good again.
Falling asleep on the sofa mid afternoon, waking up 20mins later all groggy.
Feeding the ducks/birds in the local park
Your mum.
And, bad jokes.
Falling asleep on the couch, waking up at 8 o'clock panicking that you are late for work, realising it's 8pm and not 8am. Win.
A long, crackling, rasping fart followed by a delightfully horrible stench.
1. 8+ pints
2. farting in the bath/shower - ideally after 1.
Your mum.
And, bad jokes.
And, poor punctuation.
Clean dry socks after a minging wet ride / walk
A properly cold pint of lager
A nice big chip butty after a long cycle.
after a long cycle
As in a ladything cycle? I can imagine it would be quite comforting.
An uninterrupted dump.
A rare treat indeed.
This
Clean socks
A run in the warm summer rain, ideally in a forest.
A couple of pints in a proper pub with good friends.
A commute without clipping out.
A bowl of heinz tomato soup.
The release of a long held in pee, eg, when you've been wondering how the hell you were going to get home without an incident after too long in the pub and getting stuck on the bus. Bliss...
Hanging washing outdoors.
Then getting into bed with freshly aired bed linen.
The first beer of a BBQ.
Squeezing a spot that bursts with an audible pop and squirts some puss out.
A long, crackling, rasping fart followed by a delightfully horrible stench...
...and makes the bed springs vibrate.
Realising you've nothing to add because its been covered above.
When you cut the engine on the yacht & sheet in the sails and the gurgling of the bow wave becomes audible.
I feed the pigeons. I sometimes feed the sparrows too.
Full fat milk
I was going to say feeding the ducks but I've been Parklifed.
Taking off your kneepads after a sweaty ride
Having a ****
That feeling in your legs when you lie on the bed after a long day in the saddle.
The sound of the dawn chorus when you know it’s finally time for sleep 😉
Fish spotting in the river. First of all it’s like there’s nothing there then blam! They all come into focus.
Coffee in the garden on a Sunday morning with church bells nearby.
Cold, fresh pillows.
Aching like a bastard the day after a good bike ride/gym sesh
Sour cream Pringles.
Beer and curry.
A cold glass of Bia Hoi in my favourite bar in Hanoi.
Coffee and flapjack!
Plentiful hot water. When growing up we always seemed to have poor hot water flow or not much at all. Love what a pressurised cylinder provides.
Sitting down and eating a meal start to finish without having to get up for some kind of child related kerfuffle
Marmite on hot buttered toast and a glass of cold milk.
Love it.
With the addition of hot chilli's chopped up all over the Marmite.
Yer da.
And variations on bad jokes.
A 48 hour period in which the whole family is away, it’s just me in the house, and I can ride for 3 hours before coming home to eat chicken drumsticks in front of GCN until nighttime, when I can then switch over to bingeing on The Bridge or Seven Seconds or some such show.
Saxon rider has it.
48 hours of peace to eat ,ride bike, eat,stretch,sort bike for tomorrow,lig on sofa,eat,watch 5th element,eat,sleep.eat.big poo ,ride,eat,stretch and lig. & listen to some music.
& a bit of gardening between courses.
Lying on the lounger on my patio as the sun sinks, watching the mountain turn from red to pink to grey as the swallows go home to be replaced by the bats, then the stars start appearing. ..
Sunlight+salty sea=zero eczema
Cold lager with friends after a hot ride.
Early evening beach BBQs with my family after the crowds have thinned out.
A walk in the woods.
In winter...
Lovely, hot power-shower after a really hard, cold, wet ride. Dress in warm comfy clothing including my favourite socks and a toasty hoody. Then a well earnt cold beer in a proper pub, in front if a roaring log fire.
Sailing by the lee in a Laser dinghy (one for the sailors)
Watching my kids enjoying time outdoors doing walks and rides that kids twice their age would moan and complain about.
Just about anything bought from a bakery in France or Germany.
Riding my bike or walking in proper hills
Tea, a nice steaming cup of strong tea with a dash of milk or black earl grey.
Edit I forgot ginger nut biscuits, with the aforementioned tea.
A bit of summer afternoon coupling, sun streaming in the windows, followed by a wee 40 winks cuddling in.
Bliss.
Getting into bed with clean sheets after a shower.
A nice strong coffee at dawn with the cat for company
Bear hugs
A well cooked bit of broccoli in a really good curry (thai, indian, whatever), that's soaked up the sauce.
This is a new one for me, but getting into bed with freshly shaved legs - somehow the sheets feel awesome!
Alone in a freshly valeted car on an early morning run down the quiet motorway (M90) in summer. Ideally to catch a flight to somewhere sunny.
Sailing by the lee in a Laser dinghy (one for the sailors)
It's a fine line between pleasure and pain...
snus
@matt I think the correct term is...
It's a fine line between pleasure and swimming
I learned the skill quite late on in the time I spent in the class. Back on double handers for a while teaching Mrs g-d and the kids, although eldest has gone mad for Toppers.
Dispensing with the crackers, crusty bread, and any extraneous middle class toss and just cutting big lumps of cheese off a selection on a cheeseboard and shoving it in your gob. Washed down with a nice red 🙂
Sitting on the rocks in Devon on a big wave day watching the surfers.
A cup of good coffee in the morning.
My dogs sleeping on my feet.
Reaching out and feeling my girlfriend next to me,
Listening to TMS, preferably during our summer. All seems right in the world.
Giving the dog his evening walk, walking in silence and looking out for the local foxes, deer, badgers and owls.
Boobies.
Looking out for the local foxes, deer, badgers and owls.
And boobies?
Picking dried PVA glue off my fingers. Bloody loves it I does.
Hearing Mrs Ready laugh after 28 years of being together (in the good way!)
Long solo rides in a forest, stopping for a few minutes and completely absorbing the peace, quiet and smells.
And summer bike rides, nice views, pub stops with Mrs Ready.
Walking the dog somewhere peaceful and beautiful - woods, mountains, coast etc
Going for a wee when you've been busting for ages
Timing traffic lights perfectly
Kissing your kids night night (when they're asleep)
Cheese
Throwing a boomerang.
Watching Kestrels patrol the hedgerows (stopped on the way in this morning to watch one)
Kite flying with little kids.
When the random selection of tunes on the commute hit the right BPM
Getting in the sea.
Fish Finger sandwiches
I was going to say feeding the ducks but I’ve been Parklifed.
Taking off your kneepads after a sweaty ride
Having a ****
in that order?
A good nature documentary.
Staring at a good sky
That sunny Saturday morning feeling
Bike appreciation
Being high up
Beer buzz
Did I just write a poem?
Standing in the sea with waves lapping at your feet at sunset with a beer in hand
A midnight whisky circle in a field somewhere with good mates passing a hip-flask or bottle of good single malt about
the way a front road bike wheel glides effortlessly over a smooth "polished" road with just slightest shift of your weight.
A cup of coffee whilst sat in my armchair after having got in from work after an early shift. It felt good to have the rest of the day free whilst "everyone else" was at work (yeah, I know I had to get up at daft o'clock but I'll let that pass). Sometimes I'd treat myself to a little nap afterwards.*
Having the free time for a run/road ride/mountain bike ride.**
Going to watch the birds on the big pool at the back of the house.***
*Don't have an armchair anymore.
**Don't have the free time anymore.
***Don't live there anymore.
watching a snowboard film on vhs (not clips on ootoob) with a beer, like bitd. e.g./esp this one.
Marmite on white crusty bead.
Carving up some singletrack.
Carving up a B road in the MR2.
The first whiff of some really fine dope being lit.
Lying naked on the bed feeling the cool breeze playing on my skin.
Paddling out.
The crackle of the needle between tracks.
Smelling roses.
Bikes
April morning birdsong
Shipping forecast theme music
Top quality lager/beer gardens.
Looking out for the local foxes, deer, badgers and owls.
And boobies?
Them's goose in disguise, you can tell from the way they're walking
Old Konas with slicks on.