On a day where we thought it would rain incessantly, and it did not,
we drove out to a garden centre and watched the electric blue fish dart around their tank
and said ‘hello’ to Bobby the parrot,
who having hopped down from his perch, was walking around,
dragging his tail feathers, pecking people’s shoes.
‘Bit scary’ said Sam, as he jumped back up on the buggy board.
And as we walked around looking at iron hedgehogs and cream painted arbours, I imagined an american porch, a clear sunset and the space to run.
And later, eating Movenpick ice cream with three spoons for one bowl, I realised that I felt happy, happy, happy.
elisabeth pike 