Three beautiful things most days.
1. At the door, unexpected, a pleasant familiar voice.
2. There's a mango in the fruitbowl, larger than three fists, dimpled like a fat lady's thigh.
3. A few scented sweetpeas in evening dress colours, stems wrapped in damp paper.
1. As if the fall of night has prompted a sudden decision, a downpour begins after days of dry, hot weather. I contort myself around my desk...
