The cycle of a life
Pleasures
As an undergraduate, each Saturday morning, sat in my open bay window overlooking the sea, broadsheet, new tea from the deli, a Sibelius from the library.
3 Jul 1993
As a PhD student, on a warm Sunday morning, lying on your mattress with you, light streaming through the pale curtains, while you listened to The Archers and smelt of warm blackberries.
2 Jul 1995
Sunday mornings, the family asleep, doing the crossword in the kitchen, rose oolong, Radio 3.
2 Jul 2023