From out of nowhere

After lunch, deciding to come upstairs, I glanced at the kitchen clock.
'Quarter to two' I said to myself.
And immediately heard the 'bing-a bong, bing-a bong' which followed those three words
on 'Listen with Mother'
which I doubt I have done since 1952.

Connie, yesterday.

The ease with which a ten year-old

lifts her foot to lie, high on her thigh, sole upwards
to replace a sticking plaster

then cartwheels off.

Flo's toes

Three and a half, she notices a damaged toenail.
Sits down, puts foot in mouth and repairs it with her teeth.
Not knowing that one day such action won't be possible.