I can remember exactly where I sat when my teacher first read Roald Dahl's 'James and the Giant Peach'.
Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what preserve the heart and secure comfort.
I'm the eldest at 51, and if the Stones can drag themselves around once more, then there's a few more albums in us.

