My Likes (part one)

The smell of heated milk.
Footprints in the sand.
Mini oil spills on wet roads.
The sight and sound of an old fashioned timetable board at train stations and airports.
Glancing at a digital clock that shows all the same numbers. ie 15:15:15.
People laughing to themselves in the street and wandering what they’re thinking about.
Squinting my eyes whilst in the passenger side of the car and watching the opposing headlights.
Strangers who acknowledge each other in the street.
The swish of a basketball going cleanly through the hoop.
Blueprints of buildings and constructions.
Sitting in the upstairs front seat of a doubled decker bus.
When a waiter or kitchen staff drops a plate and the whole place shouts – ‘waaaay’
Discovering new pockets in my jackets.
Elevator music.
Finding a loo when you’re about to pee your pants.
Putting your hand in your pocket to pay for something and bringing out the exact amount.
Playground swings – but they’re always too small.
Dogs chasing things they can’t catch.
Vibrations outside a nightclub.
The smell of Coffee.
A baby’s hand in yours.
Light pins & needles.
Road trips.
Guessing the next word on the next page when reading a book – and getting it right or even close.
Piercing a film lid of an instant coffee jar with a teaspoon.
Putting on a new pair of socks.
When a coin falls on the floor and it stands upright.
Louis Prima songs.
The smell of a bakery in the morning (it’s much better than Napalm)