Three beautiful things most days.
1. My walks are turning into runs.
2. A wiry orange dog with a whiskery face glances at my as a I pass.
3. Bettany and I eat supper on a sheltered terrace with the river slipping by below us and the rain falling outside.
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...
