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. I'm into week four, and to my surprise, I'm doing triceps dips. Not very well, and I can't manage the whole forty-five second...
