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. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...
