People were freaked out, but they showed it in weird ways. Back home, people would have been weeping and doing a lot of very public group hugs. At Wexford people just aggressively pretended nothing had happened.

What tinfoil?" he asked.

All right. Normal rules apply." "Right." The man walked off, leaving us. "What are the normal rules?" I asked. "He walks away and has a tea break and doesn't ask any questions.

I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole.

Something about her suggested that her leisure activities included wrestling large woodland animals and banging bricks together.

I followed your footsteps," he said, in answer to the unspoken question. "Snow makes it easy." I had been tracked, like a bear. "Sorry to make you go to all that trouble," I said. "I didn't have to go that far, really. You're about three streets over. You just kept going in loops." A really inept bear.

English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.