There is no better word than the Spanish "tertulia" to describe the group of young people who gather regularly after school to chat under a tree in The Grove. Not quite a literary circle you imagine, they have, nevertheless, pushed two benches together facing one another to make conversation easier. Keeping up with the times, one wears a hood.
Coming out of the dentist, repairs completed.
Hilde telling us about the dog fox who has made a home in her garden. I don't have a cat any more, but I have a fox, she says. He has tunnelled into a disused shed where he has made his home. She says: when he is hungry, he barks and I make him a sandwich.