tagged on at the end, a few hours in belgium
so the elf could see her best nursery friend
who moved there last december
'are you scared, mummy, that m. and i
will get together again?'
'i'm terrified, my sweet'
the little partners plunged straight back into
their life of crime, it was a joy to watch
but mummy also threw furtive glances around -
what if we have to move here in a year or two,
now that anything is possible . . .