Darlo, how I love thee

I've been listening to Alain de Botton podcasts about Heathrow and The Joys and Sorrows of Work. That man does something to me, in the way I see the world: he helps me see it with more charming detail than usual.
So. I arrived home in the early evening last night and made a trip to the washing line.
A torchlight was playing in next door's yard, wielded by their little girl who was sitting on top of her cubby, which sits quite high - like a second storey on a house.
I yoo-hooed at her and she yoo-hooed back. We talked about the fingernail moon (which it turned out we'd both been admiring) and I told her I loved to see her sitting on top of her cubby in the dark. She's been back there today and that's been the first time for some months.
The King of Darlinghurst wasn't that keen on the torchlight last night, but all in all, it was like being in Cloudstreet.
Heavenly.
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Bonkers here this morning when Max found a really big baby magpie wandering around our garden that had fallen out of the nest. It needed flying lessons - badly.
I had to coach it up to the next level, the next, the next... while Max (aka The Kind of Darlinghurst) tried stalking it. Meanwhile the doberman next door was sticking its snout through the fence to capture the action.
All ended well (in the episode I saw), with me and Baby Magpie's parents coaching it up to the roof of next door's cubby house and then into the tree above that. At the end of the episode, everyone with wings fluttered off, Max stomped off back inside and I put a few bricks against the gate to next door's place, so I don't come home one night to a tragedy involving the King.
I took some films, so watch youtube for the miniseries (two parts).