So I’m on the corner of South Terrace and Morphett Street, holding my placard

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with my back to the traffic because I am watching my boys and their after-school friend sitting too high in the tree while they eat their apples;

and then I am watching them kicking a ball around the parklands;

and I am waving madly at them when the ball gets too close to the road;

and I am waving madly at them when they chase the ball too far in the other direction;

and I am waving madly at them when they all pile on the littlest boy and squeeze the breath from his lungs;

and I am shouting at them in a very not-silent-vigil way when they taunt the littlest boy;

when my eldest boy joins me for a moment and looks at my placard, then looks at me, then says in a very stern way ‘Mum! I can’t believe you’re advertising‘.