Same spot, opposite direction

Thursday 2 May 2013

It is sunny all morning.
The minibus has to park alongside number 6, as there is a grey Rubin parked alongside the Thornboroughs’ house.
Mrs Cantor’s car approaches from the direction of George Street, and parks with its tail alongside the junction-box. When Mrs Cantor gets out, I see she is wearing a dark short-sleeve hip-length top, and dark trousers. At her left hand is a boy in a red polo-shirt or pullover, and grey trousers.
Esmé’s car zooms off past the Old Man’s house.
Not much more than five minutes after it arrived, Mrs Cantor’s car departs. It turns, and heads off in the direction of George Street.
Scarlett drives past the Old Man’s house, ascends what is probably the section of low kerb, and parks alongside number 35. She lets Tiny Boy out via the driver’s door, and follows him round the tail of the car — he stops there, not far from the nrc, and Scarlett bends forward from the waist, to listen to him and I think then say something herself. He doesn’t turn round to face Scarlett. They move on half a step, and then the same thing happens again. After that, they proceed to the pavement.
Small Boy gets lost in the crowd, but I see Scarlett and Tiny Boy enter the school via the middle entrance.
Vanessa, wearing a grey cardigan and medium-blue denims, crosses the road towards the boundary between the Old Man’s house and the CJs’.
When Scarlett returns, she may be on her phone as she passes the lower part of the school-house garden, and she definitely is when she crosses the road from just downhill of the Efords’ driveway.

At 12:42, Mrs FW’s car is parked part-way onto the pavement by the lowest part of the school-house garden, nose uphill. Beyond its tail is a big silver estate car, possibly a Mercedes. Three minutes later, both cars have gone.
From about 13:00 the sun goes in, for the first time today. Shortly after 13:30 it comes out again.

A little before 14:40, Esmé’s car passes the Old Man’s house and parks, at a slight angle, alongside numbers 33 and 31.
At 14:45 the Wormwoods’ car parks with its nose reaching as far as the junction-box. Mrs Wormwood immediately sets off for the school. She is wearing a black short-sleeve top with a multicoloured horizontal band (or is this a garment underneath?) several inches deep at the hem; her trousers or leggings are also black. Mr Wormwood stays in the driving-seat, with his elbow protruding from the driver’s window which is wound all the way down.
It occurs to me that I haven’t seen Mrs Pavane this week.
Before 15:00, clouds obscure the sun.
The Ojays’ car parks with its nose to the tail of the Wormwoods’ car.
A few minutes later, a blonde woman descends past Vinnie’s long hedge, carrying with her right hand a pale-purple microscooter. She crosses to the far pavement, reaching it at a point just uphill of the grass verge alongside the Efords’ house.
Mrs Wormwood has returned with her daughter. By the time the Wormwoods drive off, it is sunny again.
Two minutes later, Scarlett drives past the school, and parks in the same spot where the Wormwoods’ car was parked, but facing in the opposite direction. It is 15:10 when she enters the school via the middle entrance, through which a slit of sunlight is shining onto the pavement, with the shadow of the wall at either side.
The Ojays’ car departs while Scarlett is at the school.
Scarlett and the boys reach their car shortly after 15:15. The car departs, bumping down the kerb, and ascends Acacia Grove.

In the sunshine, I mow all four lawns. It stays sunny until sunset.

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