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87. watching a glossy bird outside my window swing on a wire, then dive into the camellia hedge for a feed

88. the childlike glee I still get from sitting in the car at an automatic car wash
89. the big fat cheese of a moon hanging low in the sky, so different from the cool pearl of the other night

90. a night of crochet and comfort, sitting with mum and the cat, watching Offspring and Call the midwife and crying (I don’t think the cat cried; TV doesn’t move her as it does us)