In the playground in the Grove, a mother and a little girl sit side by side on swings. As the little girl swings backwards and forwards she looks around and chants: "Hello, cloud! Hello dog! Hello, sun! Hello tree !..." That's not a bad approach, I think to myself. It's probably what I do, but more quietly and with a world-weariness, which I would like to, but can't seem to lose.
"Yes, Richard Hammond," says a woman into a telephone, "...yes, and she's got a picture on her phone to show you."
Richard Hammond? A celebrity of course, someone who appears on TV. But a picture on a phone, would you believe it? Truly we live in an age of marvels.