I gave Molly a lift home from school. ‘This week has gone so quickly’ she said, ‘I can’t believe it’s nearly next weekend already’. We passed the bus stop where a man dressed as a ninja with two sticks of french bread under his arm was struggling to light a cigarette.
‘Have you seen his suntan? He’s so dark! I didn’t want to let him in; I don’t usually let people that colour in the house!’