It’s getting dark early at the moment. It’s that time of year. Getting-dark-early time.

The sky is pretty clear and surprisingly blue. It’ll be black in about 45 minutes. Surprisingly blue and artfully faded into a kind of dusty cyan, like the background of a low-budget powerpoint presentation. There are a few clouds. They’re black on one side of the sky and white on the other.

Sarah is walking to the shops. She wants to buy eggs. She knows there’s an egg shortage. The chickens are on strike. Everyone’s on strike. No one will be upset if she comes back with nothing. They’ll get it. “Sorry everyone, the chickens are on strike,” she’ll say. “Not to worry. They ought to be better paid,” Nanna will respond.