What does 'comfort' mean to you?
Comfort. I often think back to a certain time in my life with fondness. Descending from the staircase, wearing my red and black satin smoking jacket. "Lois?" How wonderful it was to have staff at my beck and call. "Bring me the morning paper and a cup of coffee. Now!" I would settle on the couch in the study of Llanfair, sun streaming through the glass doors that lead to the garden.
Lunch would be brought to me on a silver platter. Meals prepared by a first class chef. As the sun set, I would indulge with a glass of brandy and perhaps a good book. Maybe even the good book. If I needed a laugh, there was always the ridiculous tabloid: The Sun. That Todd Manning was a piece of work!
What would I consider comfort today? A glass of fresh brewed iced tea. Sharing "The Message" with those who might accept it. Not having to look over my shoulder. Yes indeed, that's my idea of comfort.