Wednesday morning dawned bright and hot. My friend had a physio appointment in the morning, so I decided to stay home and write some postcards.
That was when I first noticed the cherubs.
To be accurate, I had, in fact, noticed a cherub or two (or five) in our apartments the night before. They were a little hard to miss. But I had excused them on the grounds that cherubs are what happens when you get baroque, or even pseudo-baroque.
But there were more than five cherubs.