Sight of the day: the bowl of scones that greeted me as I stumbled into the kitchen to put on the kettle this morning. (Cunningly baked by Noi after I'd gone to bed.)
Smell of the day: the odour rising from said bowl as I bent over to appreciate its contents close up.
Taste of the day: pretty obvious really - but quite beyond my powers of description. How do you do justice to the perfect scone? Well, several of them, actually.
Touch of the day: there's a certain texture to a perfectly baked scone. Not too soft; not too hard.
Sound of the day: munch, munch, munch, munch, munch.