They have been my saving grace really (the curtains) and I’ve spent every morning watching from under my covers how they change: blowing hard in the wind, floating softly in the sunrise, or ever so still on those frosty starts.
An exceptionally kind friend - an old regular from my young days as a barmaid - dropped me off this amazing selection of books. Which one should I read first? And can you think of anyone who you could send a book to, too? That’s a nice thought.