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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.