1. Walking on Little Mount Sion and looking down towards the High Street because I am level with the tops of the trees on the Common.
2. Sparrows, because their scrawchy song sounds exactly like: 'This is my bit of guttering.' 'This is my patch of hedge.'
3. Before my yoga class, the hall is used by a troupe of majorettes. During the session, the father of the lady who runs it waits outside to help transport the batons and hoops and what-have-you. He usually has a box of sweets for the children, too. This week, he had three tomato plants, the pots standing in a cardboard Guinness tray, for one of the mothers. 'Don't forget they're yellow,' he shouted after her as she hurried to her car with dozens of children in tow. 'If she waits for them to turn red, they never will,' he added for our benefit.
