1. Wrapped in towels and dressing gowns, cups of tea in hand, Katie and I watch a few Saturday morning cartoons.
2. While we are queuing for coffee, I watch the father in front of us with small child clinging to each hand. He lifts them up alternately -- 'Hold on tight, both hands... and up.' He is distracted for a moment by the arrival of his coffees. The girl, who must be about two, takes this opportunity to poke her four-year-old brother in the face so she can get hold of both her father's hands. The brother rubs his eyes, but doesn't say a word.
3. Filling my mouth with a giant strawberry.
Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.
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