On the check- out conveyor in the supermarket is a bag on which the only words I can read are "light and senior". To what they refer I shall never know because they are quickly whipped away by the purchaser.
Surmounting a pile of shopping in a supermarket trolley is a very small baby in a basket.
On the grass in the corner of the Grove in front of his house, which gives on to this little park, is Giles and his wife and one of their children. He puts his arm round his wife, waves and says: "The joys of spring: will this get me on to the web?"