A direct smile and a kind hand on my shoulder.
The sound of water pouring into the big metal sieve.
Dancing to Aretha Franklin.
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A postcard from my nan
A relaxed morning that included shaving, hair washing and moisturising. And breakfast not eaten at my desk. Bliss.
Breathing in through my nose and finding it made a whistling noise like a bird.
Perhaps there’s a bird hidden up there….
Three little things 