1. The ick peels off in a pleasing layer.
1b. Tilda is seemingly bewildered by the fact I can stroke and pick up the chickens. I hold one near her so they can meet but it’s a little too much for her: she jumps back a foot to watch it from slightly further afield.
1c. The garden is slowly, and not entirely intentionally, beginning to achieve coherence.
2. We watch the numbers go up and down until we’re in the perfect spot.
3. I gnaw at the chocolate.
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