It’s my birthday, and I wished for this

This, being... one insomniac coughing fit so energetic I blew out an eardrum (brills) two naps, three boxes of chocolate, four new books (better) one cafe breakfast and a bottle of the best French lemonade we ever had one birthday cake made from piled-up scones-and-cream-and-jam and one boy in tractor wellies, one boy popping the … Continue reading It’s my birthday, and I wished for this

It’s beautiful out there

On a Train The book I've been reading rests on my knee. You sleep. It's beautiful out there - fields, little lakes and winter trees in February sunlight, every car park a shining mosaic. Long, radiant minutes, your hand in my hand, still warm, still warm. Wendy Cope The past few days have been good … Continue reading It’s beautiful out there