1. To finally recall a familiar taste from the past – it’s been bugging me all week.
2. As I fetch in the washing, I hear a bell tinkle behind me. When I turn around, I see the two cats from next door watching me from the fence. A few months ago, when R was a little kitten, they were mortal enemies but now they seem to be friends – probably ganging up to take on our anti-social felines.
3. John’s cold makes him sound even more like Tom Waits than usual. He records his version of Tango Til They’re Sore and when he plays it back to me, it takes me until a particularly Yorkshire vowel sound before I’m sure he’s not tricking me by playing the original.
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