Only fleeting

...Reflected for the umpteenth time how lucky I am to live in this town. Brighton is the very edge of England, and there's a sense here that we're almost somewhere else entirely. Somewhere far away from the hedged-in gloom of Surrey, the damp, sunken streets of Oxford. Things can happen here that would not elsewhere, even if they're only fleeting.
Bethan Roberts, "My Policeman".

Cheesy, cheesy, so cheesy

I'd never imagined myself with a pram. I'd only imagined myself on his arm.
Bethan Roberts, "My Policeman".