What a relief we’re not compelled to believe our Government’s pronouncements.
So if, for example, they were to tell us that the Age of Entitlement is over, we can smile in the secret knowledge that this just isn’t true. Or to paraphrase a classic line from George Orwell’s novel, 1984: ‘They can tell us anything – anything – but they can’t make us believe it. They can’t get inside us.’*
So in retirement, I’m prepared to disregard Government directives and flaunt my sense of entitlement to:
#17 Indulge in Life’s Little Luxuries
TS Eliot may have said ‘I have measured out my life with coffee spoons’ but have you noticed how we’re now expected to measure our life by ‘the cost of a cup of coffee’? This phrase seems to have entered the language as synonymous with a tiny amount of money, an amount so inconsequential, so piffling that it can barely be considered spending money. You’ll understand then, if I refer to some of these little luxuries as sometimes costing even less than a cup of coffee.
We have two new pâtisseries in town, Patty’s and Geoffrey Michael’s. Not cake shops. Pâtisseries. They deserve the French title, because they both produce the most exquisite little treats imaginable. A feast for the eyes as well as the taste buds.
And each of these delicacies cost a mere 0.75 of the ‘cost of a cup of coffee’.
Then I noticed from my kitchen window that the last of the Apricot Nectar roses were blooming. Why leave them out in the garden to be ruined by the rain? Isn’t a vase of fresh flowers the ultimate in luxury? And all it takes is some gardening gloves, a pair of secateurs and a little time to provide such an indulgence.
…Costing significantly less than the ten cups of coffee a florist would charge…
Now, until Cussons soaps started advertising their Imperial Leather brand as the soap for use in the bath on your private jet I considered soap was just – well, soap.
That advertisement changed my view a little, but now, it’s been ratcheted up even further. And hurrah for that. More little luxuries.
Have you heard of Himalayan salt soap? Or SoapRocks® in assorted styles and colours, like Fire Opal™ or Citrene™?
Soaps just ain’t soaps any more… but to be fair, these cost more like a cup of civet coffee than regular coffee.
The imprisoned ‘Good Set’…
Yes, it’s the ‘Good Set’, the one handed down from your grandmother to your mother and now to you, and forever destined to be locked up behind a glass facade, or hidden in a box somewhere upstairs, only to enjoy day release on very rare, very special occasions.
Pshaw, I say to that. Be a devil. Use the ‘Good Set’ just because you can.
The one above costs more than the one below!
Is it just me, or is there something seriously luxurious about fur? These days, fur means faux fur, of course, unless we’re talking about a real kitten. But I even love the feel of faux fur against skin, and every time I put on my faux fur-trimmed gloves I feel … special.
I could go on for ages, adding items like sleeping on silk pillowslips, or using bathroom fragrance tapers, or indulging in a glass of Grand Marnier or Frangelico liqueur, because finding little luxuries is very close to my heart.
But the best thing is, I don’t have to sacrifice even one cup of coffee for any of these treats, because the truth is, I don’t actually drink coffee…
* The original quote from George Orwell’s 1984 was said by Julia: ‘They can make you say anything – anything – but they can’t make you believe it. They can’t get inside you.’
Unfortunately, Julia was wrong.