Three beautiful things most days.
1. At the door, unexpected, a pleasant familiar voice.
2. There's a mango in the fruitbowl, larger than three fists, dimpled like a fat lady's thigh.
3. A few scented sweetpeas in evening dress colours, stems wrapped in damp paper.
1. In a low voice he reels off the names of the muscles where I have been hoarding all this tension. 2. He comes home with posies of flowers...
