Three beautiful things most days.
1. A slice of chocolate cake with our coffee.
2. To let a massage therapist treat the place in my lower back that I try hard not to think about too much.
3. The moment I draw breath the children batter me with questions about the story.
1. A man from a white van is trundling and scraping a red plastic grit spreader around the car park, which has been an ice rink these last f...
