So when your life goes crazy and you find yourself working four days a week (and heavens, that’s a bit too close to full time employment for my liking) and you open up the kitchen drawer to get a bowl for your morning muesli, it being too hot for porridge these days, and you think to yourself how do other people manage to do all this plus the grocery shopping and laundry and cooking (oh the cooking) and wiping the we-have-mudbrick-walls dust off surfaces occasionally and maintain a blog at the same time, and then you witness a small miracle spilling across the surface of the domestic crockery …
… you pause. And quietly tell the small cornflake-eating child who exhales in an impressed manner as he marvels at the sight.
Until someone says Well it is nearly Christmas after all and you decide to prepare your muesli with strawberry yoghurt instead of Greek.
And the thought of the rainbow living in the bowl drawer stays with you all through the busy week. Like a little tiny sign of hope.
Or at least a sign that someone cleaned the kitchen windows recently.