Three beautiful things most days.
1. The soft racket of the news stories about the nation mourning the Queen.
2. The postman hands me a rigid envelope. Certificate?
3. I threw a frozen lump of elderflower syrup into the pan of fruit. Over ice cream, it tastes of early summer.
1. I float in a bath the colour of the deep sea listening to the instructions for a blue-themed writing workshop. 2. Just as Traitors gets...
