Three generations. Two young girls. One, old before her time, has been allowed a bling handbag and slightly elevated heels. She is too dignified to ask to sit on her mother's knee but feels excluded from the grownups' conversation, so she whines continuously on the edge of their talk: Mummy, speak louder so I can hear. Her parents and her grandparents are discussing exotic holidays and safaris and all the animals they have come across. Tigers, Siberian, white, endangered, striped. What kind of teeth they have… What kinds of mosquito they have been bitten by… What nets are best to use…. Chimpanzees in sanctuaries and in forests… They have travelled far, expensively and wide. Silverdale, just north of the Euston Road, arouses their excitement. Only here, running along a balcony, their first ever rat. Viewed from the top of a London bus.
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