I have Kitty, my lovely dental nurse, who incidentally is a spitting image of Liz Hurley, to thank for the title of this piece. Let me explain, I was lying back, almost horizontally, waiting for the anaesthetic to take effect, when she asked me if I'd rather sit up?

No thank you, I replied firmly, I do my best thinking lying down. It's the early hours in bed, where I get my ideas.

I shall have to write my next piece about this experience, I said jokingly.

I wonder sometimes what this 15th century bridge has witnessed.

Today is idyllic, children splash in the river without a care.

It takes a stretch of the imagination to think of it at night, after a storm, the river in full spate.

Without yin and yang, experience would have little meaning. Without the night, the day would be mundane.

The other day, walking along our street, I met a neighbour cleaning his new motorcycle. I stopped to admire his machine.

It's difficult not to stop and chat with neighbours, as the street is little more than 6 feet wide, but it can take half an hour to walk its quarter of a mile length during daylight, when neighbours are out and about, and one wants to say 'hello'.