What are ruffled? Sweet icing coating a birthday cake on an elegant platter, sea waves on the beach in Spain edging the seafront. What are proud? Guardian lions keeping their over-excited cubs safe in a cave, a preened cat staring at it’s kitten hunting for the first time.

What are smooth? Hair after a shower brushed so perfectly that it is silkier than a clean table, pebbles at the bottom of the river Taff in Whales, fully submerged under orange fish. What are soft? A petal from a powdery tulip in the allotments on the hill, my cat’s hair under her velvet ears as the runs to me whilst I come in from school.

What are delicate? The old china tea set at the back of the cupboard which Nan gave to us before she died, the tissue paper in my art box which I got for my birthday 2 years ago. What is tough? A piece of old sand paper kept at the back of my Dad’s small storage shed, a battery taken out of the tray for my brother’s toy car which wont move because the batteries in it have run out.