I feel that if I could spend some time in peace and stillness among the mess and clutter of my life, I may appreciate it so much more, in all of its ordinary, unremarkable, wonderful splendour.

Very soon I will be old, or I may not even get old, and when that time comes there will be no more cartwheels in the park, or cuddling my little daughters, or baking, or tidying up coffee tables, or walking with friends and loved ones, or holding hands.