I am walking down the street. Ahead of me are four men dressed in work gear.
One man is away from the group, walking up the road carrying a large shovel and looking intently at every car he passes.
Of the other three, one man is cutting a hole in the centre of a four-way junction, with a circular saw.
The other two are standing beside him. One is doing nothing at all. The other is twisting his upper body in circles with his arms at chest height.
I am bathing the younger children. Baby Girl and Daughter Three are in the bath together. One of those “I can’t believe I’m saying this!” moments occur.
Me: “Daughter Three! Stop licking the baby!”