So, I was walking my dog the other night. It was cold and dark, when suddenly she runs off and no matter how much I call she doesn’t respond. I notice she has run down some steps, into an alleyway and disappeared in someone’s doorway.
I feel like Nelly Futado in that clip, Maneater.
Sometimes I think that we should approach things with extreme care. Sometimes just the smell of a tomato, or the odour of a school bag with its mixture of a thousand lunches, can often bring memories rushing back at a pace you can no longer control.