Simplicity

The other day Noi was reacting to some clothes in a shop somewhere which had met with her approbation: Simple, she said, regarding the designs. The word spoke, and was intended to speak, volumes. It's become a kind of code between us, representing a quality we look for in just about every area of our lives.

Today I was stuck in marking (scripts from the May IB examination) whilst she attended a wedding in JB. She left behind, as provisions for yours truly for the day, a flask of tea and some chocolate chip muffins (I use the word in the American sense) that she cunningly drummed up last night. She's just started making the muffins based on a recipe she found in a nice, simple little book about cooking for two. By three-thirty this afternoon, marking completed, I entered a little, simple, heaven of tea and muffins.

None of this is of any importance, yet curiously seems to mean everything.