The scrape of the de-icer as it attacked the ice on the car windscreen
The sadness and desperation in the voice of a lovely friend
The ack ack ack of the ambucopter as it landed at the hospital
The excitement in my son's voice when he returned from school to tell me that he had enjoyed swimming rather than hated it as he had thought he would
The thudding of my trainers as they landed on the pavement, one after the other, to the rhythm of my run.
The tick tick of the metronome, and the confident piano notes drifting from the study, a clue that Hattie has not given up entirely on the pleasures and joys of her pre-illness life.
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