Today, I met a lady whose house overlooks mine, and I find that my 18-month-old daughter leads a secret life. From seven until eight every morning, she peeps from behind the curtains and waves at various people. Even in the morning rush, they had time to wave back. At eight, I usually find her playing happily in her cot, but tomorrow morning I shall be spying on her a little earlier.
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