The moon seems to be the sky's only fridge magnet as Teflon clouds glide by. The skinny, determined jogger could be the fat, determined jogger I saw last year. At the corner shop the talk is of The Ashes & varicose veins. I nod along in ignorance. Maybe that's why they wear pads?
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