What makes you happy ?

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Before I rattle on, I thought of a program I could use today. Not for anything to do with WP at all, but for another project. I thought it was about $30 which is my ‘no-thought-just-buy’ price. But it’s $80. How much do I really want it I ask myself… or do I just get it for free. I’ll probably buy it….

Pillows. I have 3 pillows. There is one that I dislike completely, one that is tolerable and one that is perfect in every respect. Being a bloke I rarely make the bed - and when I do I make sure the event does not go unnoticed too. Why - blanket term coming up - are women obsessed with having a bed made? Or is it just me showing my slob side? While freshly-washed sheets/duvets are indeed nice, isn’t it also comforting to just pull the crumpled quilt over? So - 3 pillows. Why oh why oh why does J put the nicest and most comfortable pillow at the bottom? Every single night I take the top pillow off, throw it away off the bed, get the bottom pillow and put it on top. Then I can lie down. J knows this. I have told her. She does not change her behaviour. Now she won’t because she says my pillow isn’t ‘good enough’ to be seen. I don’t care, I just want all the expended effort at the end of the day to be removed.
Does any man in a relationship get to decide the style of the bedroom? Am I the only man married to a woman who has several schemes for the bedroom? One such look involves colours - quite a few colours. I don’t mind colours but I think muted shades are best in a bedroom. But this look has colours, the predominant of which is purple. I generally like purple or at least have little against it. Except this one. This one I dislike.
Having to go to church every Sunday at a young age burned - with hellfire and brimstone - certain things into my mind. One was the priest walking up the aisle with the crucifix bearer in front and another choirboy waving an incense burner (which made me feel really sick), another was the passing of the collection box (I’m sure I’ve said before about the next priest who took over and the way he changed the box to a plate to shame people into giving more) and another was a firm belief that I would never inflict religion on my girls (who remain un-christened and un-baptised. They can choose when they understand what it is they are choosing. Religious indoctrination is as bad, if not worse, here than in Middle Eastern countries where we are shown kids in the streets yelling about faith and we are meant to belief that societies that do that are bad. We do it too.) I also remember purple. But it wasn’t just purple. It was a rich deep shiny purple. It was on altar cloths, garments, those odd scarf like things priests wear. That colour became something unpleasant. It’s texture became unpleasant. Seeing it - even though it is just an innocent colour - is just …. weird, odd, not nice. The pillow - the top pillow - has a stripe of this purple across it. So it’s not a pillow. By virtue of it’s colour and texture it is something I do not want to touch let alone have near my face. So the best pillow cannot simply have the best pillowcase on it. And I can’t not have the pillowcase I want on top because it won’t match the look of the room. It’s probably a really nice pillow and it’s the Pope that stopped me using it.