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. Eating cake, gossiping and stepping Nana through sending a text message. 2. There is really nothing to do but enjoy the irony of a teena...
