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. I float in a bath the colour of the deep sea listening to the instructions for a blue-themed writing workshop. 2. Just as Traitors gets...
