Three beautiful things most days.
1. A coffee, a brownie and a structural edit loaded on to my Kindle.
2. Passing a greengrocer. Victoria plums AND Kentish cobnuts.
3. We come to the station just as my mother's train pulls in.
1. It is cold (although less chill than it has been) and cloudy (although less grey than it has been) and a robin sings loudly from the top ...
