I've just come back from the gym. As I'm not driving, I'm dependent on cadging a lift and Jamie was available to take me this morning; I like to get there before 8 but Jamie operates on a different timetable and didn't get here to pick me up until 9.45. Still, I'm grateful for any help I'm offered.
Yesterday, we were leaving the gym around 10 o'clock and there were hordes of kids gathering in the basketball court for a birthday party. There were balloons everywhere and mums shovelling sausage rolls and cakes onto plates. One mother came out of the kitchen, dragging a little boy by the hand.
"No, Mum," he was saying. "I don't want to go home. I'll be good, I promise.:
"Shut up," she was saying. "You don't deserve to be at the party. You weren't invited anyway; you're only here because your sister was invited."
And they struggled out to the carpark. Just a little more of life's rich tapestry.
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