Bacon that's found its way into a puddle of maple syrup.
Travelling without children (and accepting the offer of a hot beverage without fear of accidental scalding).
Reading a novel, in the middle of the afternoon.
Sleeping in the sun.
Newspapers and coffee, in bed.
Lolling by an open fire, while the fog rolls in.
Getting to the end of an episode, looking at each other across the sofa and agreeing, "Just one more." Again.
For those in search of a quiet night of deliberate viewing, here are a few thoughts.
Mad Men centers on 1960s adman Don Draper, the Gatsby of his age. Resposible for the comeback of skinny ties and prominent cleavage. Brylcreem can't be far behind. Absolutely brilliant. (Pun intended.)
Somewhere between Philippa Gregory and Wolf Hall (with a detour past the stylists at Vanity Fair), lies The Tudors. If you like your historical fiction intelligent, buff and waxed, this is for you. Thrilling, from start to finish.
Warning: be sure the children are truly asleep before tuning in, or you could be in for some interesting conversations. The writers apparently had a coupling quota to meet.
Downton Abbey. Upstairs, downstairs on the eve of WWI. Life is poised to change irrevocably, for a family and a nation. Visually stunning, beautifully acted, compellinng storylines, perfect period drama - that's all I ask for, really.
Blissfully un-styled and positively hilarious. So real you can almost feel the grit of dried wheatbix on the kitchen bench. If you are Outnumbered by your own pack of exhaustingly precocious imps, you are in excellent company. One of the best casts (kids included) ever.
The Slap. The water-cooler show of the moment, currently airing on ABC1 but soon to be on dvd, no doubt. Raw. Excruciating. Disturbing. The characters aren't entirely likable. Why can't I stop watching?