Sunday, January 4/2015

Wake up and, without lifting my head from the pillow, can see a blue strip of the Mediterranean through the balcony door. J comes through with a cup of the coffee he has just made and there's a jazz cd playing. Hard to think that Sunday mornings can start any better than this. It's not absolute perfection: as usual the hot water isn't quite hot enough. But shower, Sunday lean Cyprus bacon and dark yolked eggs, newspaper from shop next door (and unlike last week's the puzzle page is not missing). Life is good.