I have a chanelling-my-inner-old-lady story for you today, now that I've found you!
Way back in the 90s when the now MrR and I first shacked up together, his granny Nellie, a formidable doyenne of the North Yorkshire WI, gave us her qualified blessing by bestowing upon us two lap trays with tartan bean-bag cushions underneath. We thought these hilariously old-fashioned, but soon discovered they were excellently suited to skinning-up on.
Well, twenty-odd years later, Nellie is long gone, but the trays remain, although they're now used for more sedate suppers in front of the telly. However, the cushion bits were little more than saggy shadows of their former selves, much like my thighs in fact. But last week, inspired by this thread, and the old-lady wisdom therein, I ordered a bag of bean-bag filling online, and today I got out the rarely-used sewing kit, which is, in fact, an empty Danish biscuit tin from the 70s which I think came from Nellie's house after she died. The needles are priced in shillings anyway.
I refilled the cushions to their former glory, and then sat with one on my lap and had a nice cup of tea in a china cup with two homemade crumpets and damson jam. And I had a little chat with Nellie in my head, and said well Nellie, I never did give you any great-grandchildren, but I've made your grandson very happy nevertheless, and I did finally learn how to look after him (and me) properly, and felt really at peace.
Then when DH came in and saw the trays he BEAMED and said "God, Nellie would be so chuffed with you", shortly followed by WOW crumpets, and yes, today has been a good day.