This could run and run

The circus was in town and Caractacus Rogers longingly gazed at the Big Top as he walked past on his way back to the home.

Fienndra woke up with a headache. She always did these days. Another bout of insomnia followed by a fitful sleep pestered by the dreams again.

No one batted an eyelid when the sofa and armchairs were dumped on the patch of waste ground at the top of the street.

Aunt Esmerelda or Auntie Esme as we were allowed to call her was something of a mystery to me. Occasionally I would go and see her without telling my mother.