1. Sparrows are sitting on gables and in the angles of downpipes. Their screeches are like London street cries: "'Ave a late. 'Ave a late." "Free fer a pahnd. Free fer a pahnd." "Real leaver! Come on ladies, it's all real leaver."
2. I tell the chiropractor that I'm fine -- but then she starts work, and I realise that I've been holding my breath.
3. Nick is late home -- but I'm napping and oblivious.
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