Heaven would be a bed, a king-sized bed with crispy, cotton sheets; plump, squishy pillows and a light-as-air doona. And everyone would be wearing stretchy velvet hoodies and big satin shorts. And there would be a never-ending supply of piping-hot milky sugary tea served in satisfyingly large chunky mugs. And there would be buns. So many yeasty, spicy hot cross buns slathered with butter. And I would be right in the middle of reading a book I couldn't put down. And there most absolutely would not be a frigging annoying Weimaraner with abandonment issues next door barking his guts out.