Phil

Ten minutes at first light, and then: go and be somebody's cup of tea. Where has the book left you — and who are you going to be the cup of tea for this week?

Some arrivals are not luck — they're delivery. Who turned up in your life at the precise moment, and left you more yourself than they found you?

Buy a red car and the roads fill with them. Most of your filters were installed without your consent — "people like us don't..." What filter did you never choose, and what appeared when...

Flat on my back in a Dominican hospital, I learned gratitude isn't a fridge magnet — it's a law, like gravity. One true thing, felt not listed: what's yours tonight?

I fixed half the West Midlands' computers for free and called it goodness — until I noticed the tank was empty when someone truly stranded needed it. Where's your gate standing wide open?