to have food on the table, cooked by mummy
to go grocery shopping and pick up whatever i like, without looking at the pricetag
to see clothes miraculously ironed and stacked
to have homemade barley water and chrysanthemum tea in the fridge
to have a good back massage
to eat soy bean ice cream at Mr Bean
a french manicure 

-

I feel like being pampered a bit a bit. Coming home to my room which looks worse than a refugee camp, is damn depressing.