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. Soft voice from under his hoodie, telling me about Yahtzee strategies and tactics. 2. Lunch with coffee and editorial chatter -- we lay o...
