The little marmalade cat, which takes over the vegetable garden, has always ignored me. Today he greets me instantly, purring and winding round my leg. Why the change of attitude? Perhaps it's because we haven't seen one another for some time.
A pint of Larkin's bitter and then another pint of Larkin's bitter.
In the coolish wind, the wamth of the sun, like a friendly hand on your shoulder.