Tired beyond tired. Cannot raise my head except to write a few words, then let it down again to nestle on a cushion on a sofa so soft and deep, my body is bound in a gaol of comfort in which I hope to serve a life sentence.

The Danube Waltz fills the air- I am whirled around in arms of many dancers, lovers gliding on golden dreams, Beauty and Grace with Valour and Honour their splendid companions.

The duvet is warm, so warm. I see the rain and the dark, but only through the warmth of glowing light of home.