1. The dappled texture of sponged on slip.
2. We walk to the end of the road and back across the top of the quarry – a path we used to walk regularly but one we haven’t done for a while. It gives Lily time to file her nails on the tarmac and for us to nosey at the building work being done at various houses, enjoy late flowers blooming in the kerb-side flower beds and spot mushrooms in the undergrowth.
3. I offer Kaufman a leftover pea but like any sane being, he turns his nose up at it. Lily watches on: “I’ll have it, I’ll have it!” She snaffles it from my fingers then asks for more. Tail wagging, she follows me into the living room so that I can show John the old dog’s new trick, then she bounces to (naughtily) snatch her new favourite snack from my hand. We laugh at her smiling face.
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