This is a good day

One when the weather clears to cold and icy after an afternoon of rain and wind, when Lizzie doesn't try to get on a bus for a destination 1,300kms away.  One where people wear bobble hats and scarves and the cathedral windows are illuminated. One where lost passports are found and journeys can be taken, when you find a book in your letterbox from your poet friend in Donegal and you pick up some decent bargains in Florence's second hand shop.  One where you go to the doc's with your friend and he tells you she has kidney stones and not cancer.  One where you find a blackthorn bush heavy with berries and know that by your birthday you'll have a decent sloe gin.