Avi cooked chicken in yoghurt sauce. JB ate his in front of the television but we sat around the kitchen table and strung beads onto leather and read Brag and talked about the bands that we want to see. Noonie wrote my birthday card right in front of me, then sealed the envelope, wrote my name on the front and pushed it across the table. I unsealed it and read what was inside. She signed it from Avi and Pickle as well but I was right there and I saw that they had nothing to do with it.

Just before I left I practised giving Pickle some voice only commands in preparation for the dog show at Newtown Fair. He'll sit and lie and shake from a lying position, but only with his left paw. South paw.