Happiness is in the moment. No need to look for the big meanings. A Sunday morning, all of us in the bed under the duvet, watching football focus and feasting on malt loaf and fruit and cups of tea. What more could a girl want? And later that day, the first batch of mince pies of the season. Very nice too. I made a huge batch of pastry up and divided into four so that I could make little pies whenever I felt like it. So, just to be repetitive, more pies tonight after a challenging day at work.