I remember a time when life's greatest pleasures were waking up to watch Smurfs on Sunday mornings, going to feed the swans at the Botanic Gardens, running around in the playground and getting sand in every part of your clothing, biting off a Glico Pocky Stick, discovering that fancy plastic toy in your packet of Chickadees and opening Christmas presents around the tree you badgered Mummy to put up months ahead.

Life doesn't consist of those things anymore (except for maybe the occasional Pocky). I think our benchmark for pleasures increases with every year. Pleasures now come in the form of a new car, spa treatments, getting a raise and definitely travelling around the world with your platinum card.

But I'd like to think that some things never change. Like the rush of pure indulgence with every spoonful of wickedly sinful chocolate ice cream. Or an evening stroll in the park with just someone else. Or lounging over breakfast with your best friends.

Or maybe a Glico Pocky Stick.