Despite the season, it’s warm enough for me to take my jumper off – the low afternoon sun streams in through the large kitchen window.  “If you can’t stand the heat …”

At this time of the day, I prefer this corner of the house – the large, scarred pine table; the clean benches, not yet covered with the litter of the evening meal; the dog lying half on my feet, his idea of a cuddle; the quiet before the children stream along the footpath outside, on their way home from school. (more…)