Three beautiful things most days.
1. It turns out that I do have two minutes to sit and take a breath after all.
2. For a moment the hills to the south west are lit up by sunlight.
3. I fall asleep clutching the thought, The Romans were an Iron Age people.
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...
