Monday Sunrise: 5:40am Pay last weekend’s sunshine tax with a litter pick. A row of stationary cars builds steadily beside me as they wait for temporary traffic lights to change. I feel self conscious. Am I weird? This is weird. I hold up cans and let them drain before crushing them underfoot. Pick them up with the coffee cups and crisp packets, cartons and wrappers. Stuff them in the bag and shuffle on. Someone winds down a window and says thank you. The sunshine is blinding. Tuesday Sunrise: 5:38am Eurasian wrens may be small but they can really sing. There’s been one outside the bedroom window for the last few days and it starts around 5am. If it turns out it’s using a tiny loudhailer I would not be surprised. On the way to the station I see FMP, standing in the central reservation of a dual carriageway. She’s got a coffee cup in hand and a smile on her face. When the traffic stops she ambles over. I tell her it’s been so long I was thinking of texting – have I even seen her this…
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