... No, not more scotch, but appreciating every drop that's left of the late summer.
Last night I came home after working far too late. I wanted to give myself a treat. And that treat was eating two steaming and buttery corns on the cob, sitting on the carpet in front of the television, watching Coronation Street. I felt so lucky.
High maintenance? I don't think so.
Well, not most of the time, anyway.