Three beautiful things most days.
1. Sinking a chocolate digestive biscuit into my coffee.
2. My hardboiled eggs have come out perfect -- yolks deep yellow.
3. Where I have to stand waiting, there is a rill beside the road and so all I can hear is sound of running water.
1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...
