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‘I have measured out my life with old songs,’ I said, draping myself across a chair, the back of one limp hand to my forehead. ‘Ah the dear dead days beyond recall!’

The smell of late breakfasts frying; music from a radio; shouted conversations; traffic noises from the main road. A celebration of unaccustomed freedom. Saturday had a life and a character all of its own.
Sunlight shafted across the tenement roofs opposite, cleaved the street in two. A difference of greys. The other side in its usual gloom, this side warmed, its shabbiness exposed. Sun on stone.

"Brevity, in the hands of someone who understands its possibilities, expands the mind. There are few greater gifts."
- Janice Galloway