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               chapter three
at nine-fifteen precisely  , hair brushing cleanly across my cheeks and smelling of almond shampoo , i walked up the shepherds 's  bush road , past two - hithrto unreconstructed and raucous -irish puts undergoing rebirth as gastropubs , and past the recently repaved green . the bush is the new gate , read the graffito on a brick wall .
onnce uppon a time , the old united kindom provincial insurance building used to be what its anme suggested ,. these days , united kingdom provincial insurance operated entirely from bombay and building wa home to seven start-up enterprises . each of these shared reception , coffee facilities , and converssations conducted on stairwells that centered chiefly on the inequities of the rent .
some things are eternal but not , as i have discovered , the obious candidates , it is the stained nylon carpets and the smell of palstic and paper in offices that never change . yet i had never been so glad to inhale a deep , plastic -filled breath as i was when i retured to work after three years at home with the twins .