Watching someone you know when he doesn't know you're watching. Does he behave differently to the way he normally behaves when you are together?
I remember, (I don't know why she comes into my mind) my daughter Pippa, aged about three, getting on for forty years ago, quite alone and unaware of my presence, rolling a cylindrical laundry basket round the room, and chanting: "to market, to market to buy a fat pig, joggity jog, jiggity jig; to market to market to buy a fat hog, jigitty jig, jiggity jog."
Florence fennel at the farmers market with its feathery leaves projecting from the ivory bulb like a head of green hair.
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