“Do I fidget you ?” he asked apologetically, whilst his long bony fingers buried themselves, string, knots, and all, into the capacious pockets of his magnificent tweed ulster.

The duledge pegs worked loose and dropped behind. Wheels began to break up.

He sat in a wheely chair just inside the door, spinning one way and the other, lifting up his knees to spin faster.

Some trees are prone to disease in an urban setting.