Saturday. Cinnamon-flecked hot chocolate served in the most darling of teacups, getting lost in an enchanting magazine, long socks, longer sleeves, and a pile of cushions and blankets on the sofa.
There’s also a loaf of nutella banana bread cooling on the kitchen worktop right now, and it’s raining outside. I think this Saturday might go down in history as the most delightful Saturday ever.