Three beautiful things most days.
1. Poking around in the back garden, I find a wire basket in which bright purple and yellow crocuses are growing.
2. To hear Bettany knocking at the door.
3. Supper has been called, but my screen has not yet switched to night-time mode.
1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...
