Students chattering outside Rhythm and Booze, no sign of Disco Tramp but others are sitting on his bench.

Next door playing the jazz flute, or perhaps it’s just the recorder again. Over and over.

The passage door slamming shut because the boys from the restaurant are playing musical chairs again, endlessly moving and stacking them.

Four girls and a boy are repainting the empty shop over the road in a turquoise blue, posing for a ‘before’ photo with their arms linked all around each other, looking happy and excited. One of their dads holds the ladder while they paint the top of the sign and they keep laughing. Wonder what kind of shop it will be?

The house is filled with warm clean smells of drying white sheets and weekday clothes and pea and mint soup on the hob, fresh air blowing through because the heating is on.

Waiting for my love to finish work for kisses and sleeping. Sunday night feeling, clean pyjamas, clean sheets and newly painted fingers and toenails.