And so a brand new record begins...
Late July, a new family is born and must live together - happily, together, and in peace.
Thirty-one, twenty-nine and nine.
Each one with their own character, their own mind and their own experience of the world.
Routines established, a home set up, work routines to follow, higher purposes to achieve and oh - of course - time to write. Then there is the rest of the world - the world that is in need of something else and is at war in some significant parts.
Yet I'll be in the kitchen, using the hand mixer that matches the other kitchen appliances all dressed in creme, mixing in the cupcake bowl and staring out the window into an idyllically set garden - hopefully not wondering 'where have the roses gone?'
