Today in the park Ruby met a bulldog called Alice, Fred joined a family picnic, Scarlet swam and chased the ducks while I sat and shared stories with an old lady on a bench.
Her jacket was folded carefully alongside her, her church hat placed neatly in her lap, and her stockinged feet crossed demurely at the ankles.
She told me:
It’s the first time in ten years that I’ve ever taken my shoes off in the park.
And then she laughed uproariously.
Freedom, she said, feels good.