A white towel moment

Day one of being Drew Barrymore and there's a Drew Barrymore movie on telly! Music and Lyrics, with Hugh Grant. Love him too!
So, resisted the urge to devour chocolate in solid form today, opting instead for a skinny hot chocolate with an early lunch. I think this is asseptable on day one.
Otherwise my only treats were dates, and I had three.
Lovely noodle dish for dinner (although its preparation did involve what henceforth will be known as a Lap Chong moment). I had to buy the Chinese sausage for the noodles, and on finding it in the Asian isle at Coles, did an impression of my husband's impression of a cleaver-wielding Asian chef, shouting Lap Chong! Lap Chong! Of course, I had a meltdown (henceforth, as aforementioned, to be known as a Lap Chong moment) where a flood of memories involving the sweet and fatty pork sausage overwhelmed me. "Mum, you can't cry in Coles!" said Fairy Mary, but not in the tone of voice that might have said "Jesus, mum, like get it together, we are like in public!"
Her voice was tender, her hug enveloping and her sentiment was genuine.
Lap Chong moment passed.
On a cheerier note, I'm having at the moment what a dear friend has coined a "white towel moment", the kind of moment you can have because there are no men, children or animals within cooee and it would be safe to bathe with a white towel. (not entirely true, there is a cat on the bad, but she is on her best behaviour)
I am tucked up in my bed, fresh clean purple sheets smelling like the sunshine; gardenia and sandlewood candle burning, and no one to tell me to turn out the light.
I don't even trust myself with white towels, but this moment captures the sentiment.