There was an obvious drug deal going on a few metres away, the telephone booth was crowded with hoodies, a couple of boys on bikes cruised slowly round to no apparent purpose, a couple of teens were dry humping against the wall. “Why are they jiggly hugging like that?” Nova asked. Didn’t answer that one…
Nova’s verdict on tonight’s tuna chowder: “This is hot, fantastic soup! It is better than good and worse than magnificent.”
“I want to live in the country like Harriet,” Nova complained this evening. “Why’s that?” I asked. “Because then we can afford a trampoline, and get lots of animals and lock them up for years and then eat them!”
After breakfast, Nova and I headed off to the salon in the village to get our hair done. “You two baldies can just stay home and look at each other!” she instructed Adam and Lyra.
There is no greater pleasure in life than holding your child’s little hand — I suspect that life doesn’t actually get any better than this.
At one point Lyra grabbed a hank of the hair of the German tourist sitting next to me, and pulled like it was the emergency stop cord.
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