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He looked so tired after breakfast says the nurse we put him back to bed. She presses a button and my father rises toward us. For something to say mum remembers that time you stole apples from Jimmy Snoddy’s garden! He smiles at her slyly. He’s saying nothing. Outside the window a bullfinch is feasting on birch buds.