Three beautiful things most days.
1. A slice of chocolate cake with our coffee.
2. To let a massage therapist treat the place in my lower back that I try hard not to think about too much.
3. The moment I draw breath the children batter me with questions about the story.
1. It is cold (although less chill than it has been) and cloudy (although less grey than it has been) and a robin sings loudly from the top ...
