My children are scribbling together on a magic board: In a bout of artistic exuberance, the little one has been scribbling on her brother’s arm and tee-shirt too. We have all been dancing around the living-room together, and for a fleeting moment, I recognise a feeling of happiness. I look over at the mountains, at the line of tender green creeping up their sides towards the barren rock and snow. I smile.
Among other things, we’ve been dancing to this: Lady Gaga – Telephone