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March 22, 2021

A rare moment

A window in Emerald Quay, Shoreham-by-Sea

Yesterday morning, I did something I’ve never had the chance to do in the last eight years: I lay in bed for a while and just looked out of the window. The girls had been into our room, and Iris had, rather cheekily, opened the curtains. They were back playing quietly in their own room, so there was no rush for us to be up. There was nowhere we needed to (virtually) be. Nothing was pressing.

So, I lay there while my wife dozed, and watched seagulls soar in the thermals above the buildings around.

And it was good.