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The street is narrowed by the wooden fence round the building site on one side, painted green, with black and white swirling patterns to make it more attractive, less of a long term eyesore. By a bin and phone box on the other, next to that a man from the council, cap and jacket to prove it, brushes the street. A man is coming towards us with a dog. The two women in front of me step towards the green fence. The man steps out to go round them, but the dog is having none of that, diving the other way. The red leash threatening to wrap round the woman in the red coat, while her friend makes a dash for it. The grey black snout of an uncertain kind of dog coming towards me on that side, before the man is able to tug and pull him around, setting the woman free. Sorry, he apologises, he is scared of the brush! The dog being dragged passed the man who has stopped sweeping while all this goes on . The woman in the red coat laughs, nervously, looks at me to see if I caught that, then to her friend, who she calls to - did you hear that? Afraid of the brush! The unspoken subtext it seems, that of what about her, what about her being afraid of the dog shoving at her? It was not a small dog! But its done, and without missing a beat her friend continues their previous conversation.