In the doctor's waiting room, a mother addresses her two year old by his full name - almost a literary device: "Carter Jarret, you can't do that." Surely the name of a character in a novel, perhaps the very novel which I am trying but not succeeding in reading. " Listen to Mummy. No. It says Danger. Don't play with the fire extinguisher."
In the Farmers Market I note with awe and a little guilt the price of vegetables and that chard, butternut squash and chillis are still waiting to be harvested in my garden.