9th March – In a Chinese restaurant, I wanted the “Catch of the Day” until I saw it swimming in a tank.<\/p>\n
10th March – Walked up my son’s driveway through a litter of apples fallen from a tree.\u00a0 I looked up, hoping to pick one, and indeed there was only one on his side of the fence, but it was too, too high.\u00a0 The fruit-laden branches were on the neighbour’s side.<\/p>\n
11th March – In an alternative caf\u00e9, an old wall vent has had its screen removed and replaced with four brass taps.\u00a0 Vent art.<\/p>\n
12th March – Last night at midnight we called the police about a party outside the government flats.\u00a0 This morning I read in Agnes Grey<\/em>, by Anne Bront\u00eb, an old cottager’s thoughts on the desirable consequences of being nice to unpleasant neighbours:\u00a0 ‘the very effort itself will make you love them in some degree – to say nothing of the goodwill your kindness would beget in them, though they might have little else that is good about them.’<\/p>\n 13th March – Busy selecting potatoes in the supermarket, I heard the sound of heavy leather slapping the floor behind me.\u00a0 When my bag was full I turned round and found a large wallet, but no one close enough to have dropped it.\u00a0 Handed it in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 9th March – In a Chinese restaurant, I wanted the “Catch of the Day” until I saw it swimming in a tank. 10th March – Walked up my son’s driveway through a litter of apples fallen from a tree.\u00a0 I looked up, hoping to pick one, and indeed there was only one on his side … <\/p>\n