Those days when an invisible armchair br relaxes you into a mood br that's an exquisite, savoured blend br of innocence and experience, br which might even be thought to be br wisdom br except you don't even need to think it br since you're simultaneously 7 and 70 br and thus invulnerable br br days when I wish the house had a verandah br where in the evenings I could sit: br br 'I'm here, I'm watching it all go by, br you can stop and chat br or wave and I'll nod; br I'm here; I'm at home.