Give me Wensleydale or give me death

Sometimes the little things in life can make you happy.

Returning home from my one remaining late shift, I just opened the fridge to find – thanks to a visit to a deli earlier today – five types of olives and eight types of cheese waiting for me.

This, in my sense of values, is as close to paradise on earth as you can reasonably get. It lacked only a similarly diverse selection of mushrooms to make me suspect I'd actually died and gone to Heaven.