Post boxes, pyjamas and a little kip

1. A homemade card and a letter of apology are in the post to a dear friend. I still get a thrill, even in this day and age, of putting a letter in the red post boxes. There is something exciting about sending real handwritten mail the old fashioned way. A red box filled with possibilities.
2. A sick Mr Wonderful is in bed in his pyjamas at 7.30pm. He looks young, like a little boy. He is trying to be tough.
3. The Princess curls up with me for an afternoon kip. Her cheeks are rosy and one side of her head is damp with sweat. I can hear in her breath the moment that she begins to dream. I try with all my might to commit these moments to memory.