Coming Up For Air

The idea really came to me the day I got my new false teeth.I remember the morning well. At about a quarter to eight Id nipped out of bed and got into the bathroom just in time to shut the kids out. It was a beastly January morning, with a dirty yellowish-grey sky. Down below, out of the little square of bathroom window, I could see the ten yards by five of grass, with a privet hedge round it and a bare patch in the middle, that wecall the back garden. Theres the same back garden, some privets, and same grass, behind every house in Ellesmere Road. Only differencemdash;where there are no kids theres no bare patch in the middle.