When I was gathering together all my belongings to go to live in France. I found a draw that I had forgotten to empty, the last one. As I pulled out the contents, a book tumbled onto the floor. It was my French school book from when I was twelve years old. I didn’t even know I had it, and I didn’t realise all the French words that were in my head at twelve – they are probably still there somewhere.

I hope that you have an unexpected surprise this morning. You might if you break your normal routine.

Have a curious day.