We're all sitting on the porch in Cape Town. I look after the baby look that looks the most beautiful. Her lips curl. Her eyes sparkle. Staring at it. I miss Harry. The moon is stuck up like a big watermelon slice. Bibi has just told me the secret of this smart month:
"Whenever your eye falls on the new moon, close your eyes early and make a wish. Then do not open your eyes except for the light or the one who is happy and well-mannered! ”