She stood by the window for a few minutes, looking at the trails of smoke rising upfrom the chimneys into the grey morning sky . A bus stopped on the road betweenher house and the village in the valley below. Watching the line of passengersgetting on one by one, she felt envious of them. They could go to work, butshe was always left at home to look after the baby and do the housework.She went back into the sitting room. She had not even begun to tidy up, but shecouldn’t find the energy for it this morning. She had had a terrible night and hadbeen woken up by the baby so many times that all she wanted to do was go back tosleep. But she knew that it would not be easy
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