1. Bright green leaves on a hawthorn hedge.
2. As we come through the front door, the sound of Grandad whistling.
3. It dawns on me that the 'chips' Alec is complaining about are the tiny snips of chive on his potatoes. I pick both of them out and he digs in.
Yup, no trying to sneak green stuff in with the potatoes.
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