Sometimes, when we least expect it, we realise that maybe we’re missing out on something small that gives us pleasure. I was struck by this recently in a stationery store. It was the start of the school year, and there were notepads and exercise books galore - heavily discounted, and tempting me with their empty pages. I bought one exercise book. Yes, a paltry, measly ONE. I delighted in the cost … 49 cents! I felt a tiny twinge that as I didn’t have any children, I had no excuse to buy dozens. Then I moved on.