0047: LADYBUGS

Aren't they just so nice?? Non-creepy crawlies. There was a ladybug on the ceiling of my bus on the way home today.

0046: THE SMELL OF FRESHLY MOWN GRASS

I love it. It's fresh and clean and smells like nature. Maybe those of you with allergies may not think so. Well I'll just be selfish then.

0045: ART GALLERIES

Discussing the elements of art, being in a close vicinity of a world renowned work which millions of people have paid a pilgrimage to, but coolest of all, being separated only by glass to something that Degas, Bernini, Da Vinci, Van Gogh or Dali have actually created. To think of them in their workshop standing up close painting, sculpting, imagining. And the dim lighting is pretty cool. Just today I went to a fabulous Toulouse-Lautrec exhibition. Splendid.

0044: PERIOD DRAMAS

Not dramas about a particular time of month, as the name suggests, but rather dramas based on a period of history. They are witty, intelligent, and just generally jolly. Books can be difficult to get through, but definitely worthwhile, and movies are always lovely.

0043: AFTERNOON TEA

Afternoon teas just make me feel so eloquent and posh, and I say things like "good heavens!" I swear, afternoon tea in a sewerage pipe could not dampen the greatness of it.

0042: SEASHELLS

I have a particular fondness for scallop shells and have a large box full of them, but I also adore those enormous shells one is only blessed with finding rarely. The memories they dredge up and the sound of the sea. Occasionally a bit of sand comes out after you've owned it many years. There's something a bit special about the way that a beautiful shell washes onto the shore just for you.

I love telling the story of how I found my first scallop shell...

I was on a scout camp and we were at the beach. I had forgotten goggles, but my friend had hers. We were searching for shells by sticking our heads under water, and she had an obvious advantage. Well, she found a really beautiful mother of pearl shell, and I was so jealous I picked up the first shell I felt - a particularly ugly one in fact - and tried to coax her to swap, I was at a disadvantage, after all.. She refused my offer, and dejected, I went back into the surf, and hopelessly felt around for a shell like hers. My hand landed on something smooth. I scooped it up, expecting disappointment, but as the sand fell away, it revealed a stunning, white scallop shell. I ran onto the shore in sheer joy and triumph, and showed every single parent. My 'friend' then strode up, and proposed a swap, however, it was my turn to decline with "I think I'll hold on to this one." Victory was mine. And I still own that shell with pride.

0041: SHAGPILE CARPET

We had this in our old cabin/caravan at the coast. It was woollen in different tones of brown and 100% authentic form the 70's. It smelled like dust, but in a nice way. Kind of like grandmas? Mum was repulsed, dad was nostalgic, but I was in love. This anemone of joy will feature in my future home.