For me, turning on the kettle has a relaxing quality about it. The sound of the water boiling. The teabag resting in the ceramic cup. The clanging of the spoon as it stirs the milk and sugar. Maybe it's because tea was the drink of choice in my house growing up.
Due to one of those odd coincidences, theater at the moment seems to be about chairs. Rowan Atkinson sits in a relatively comfy one throughout the flawless revival of Simon Gray's Quartermaine's Terms, at Wyndham's.