No 17 from the top of Caledonian Road. You were immaculately dressed in heels and an elegant skirt. I was in a black jacket and an enamoured haze..
9.05am on Friday at the bus stop at the top of Caledonian Road. You were immaculately dressed in heels and an elegant skirt. I was in a black jacket and running late for the bus. You sat by the window reading a book while I browsed a newspaper. We exchanged smiles at the top of the stairs while disembarking. You strode off, umbrella in hand, towards Holborn Circus.
I would wrestle a bear for the opportunity to meet you for coffee. Even though I’m a pacifist who really likes bears…
