Walking up the high street, mum thinks of the to-do-list.
A voice whispers in her ear and a perfect little finger points out: the fish wearing glasses in the opticians’ window; the real live dog on display in the grooming parlour; the man painting the the stationary shop and the plumber lifting up the pavement.
“Excuse me,” says the angel on her shoulders. “What’re you doing?”
“Turning off the tap,” says the plumber.
“Mummy there’s a tap underground.”
Little legs wriggle in appreciation of new knowledge and laughter rings in mother’s ear and calls up a smile on her face.