Posted by Tania Kindersley.
It’s the most enchanted evening; sun pouring down like honey, pigeons cooing in the woods. But I am afflicted with sudden melancholy. Happens sometimes. Deadline stress has me in its crocodile jaws and I suddenly really, really miss my dad. The mare was grumpy today, annoyed by the flies, and inadvertently whacked me on the jaw with her head, so that I reeled back like an old boxer. I feel battered physically, and mentally.
I say to myself, as I always do: every day can’t be Doris Day.
And when there is a face like this upon which to gaze, it can’t be all bad: