There are some joys which it is all to easy to take for granted, the things which give pleasure but they are just so everyday. Things which we would miss if they were not there, but we hardly notice that they are there.
One of those small joys is my lovely bed-linen. Years ago I had a little money to spare and I treated myself to two sets of pure cotton duvet and pillow cases. I can't remember how much I paid but I remember gulping a bit when I handed over the money.
And fifteen years on they continue to give me great pleasure. They are pure white and pure cotton with a single line of broderie anglais as a trim. They have been boiled and washed, dried outside or in the tumble drier and every time I wash them I iron them, a job which takes quite a while! And then I make up my bed, always with a smile on my face.
For those sheets and duvet covers are pure joy. They feel so wonderful. Today I have put a fresh set on my bed. My bottom sheets (again white cotton) wear out but the duvet covers look as good as new. It is worth the labour of ironing, worth whatever it was that I paid for them. They start and end every day and give me great joy.