Monday, July 02, 2012

Cheer, butterfly and look out.

1. "I think that cheered them up," says Nick as we leave his parents' house.

2. When I get home, I discover that the envelope of birthday money that Nick's mother slipped me also contains an enamel butterfly brooch.

3. "Let's look out of the turret," says Nick. So we open the window in the roof and stand on tip-toes to enjoy the gentle Sunday evening sounds. They seem even more gentle because we are raised above them.

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