Three beautiful things most days.
1. To hear the wind striking the house broadside but I know I am safe within these walls.
2. Opening the jar of saffron -- the new shoes scent.
3. Raspberry puree drips through a sieve. I can wait: supper is a long way off.
1. I float in a bath the colour of the deep sea listening to the instructions for a blue-themed writing workshop. 2. Just as Traitors gets...
