Three beautiful things most days.
1. Our neighbour sees the mud spatters drying on my over trousers and says, 'You've been on the common, haven't you.'
2. Snipping parsley into my soup.
3. We find that we are enjoying our stories so much that we need a third round of drinks.
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...
