Winton is afraid, particularly, of a cow that he imagines roams our hall at night. One with "Yellow eyes and a black and white tail." Wait. Hardie has a black and white tail. I think our lumbering droopy hound looks like a cow to the boy when night's shadows bend everything into the weird. At night, Winton is afraid of the dog.
Clara [gesturing to a generic-looking, recent-ish model audi SUV]: "That's a fashion car, Mummy"
Me: "What do you mean by 'fashion' Clara?"
Clara: "Well, it's an old car they painted silver to make it look new. It's a fashion car."