(sorry, have calmed down now. or clammed down if you are of the opinion that Freudian slips on the keyboard are of any portent).

fell in love briefly at the bus stop tonight. (and he didn't get on the 440 bus! but he didn't get on mine either. poo.)

with a scrabbly bearded boy in ugly glasses and a black thai shirt.

the pub next to the bus stop was having a trivia night, and the questions were coming out loud and clear over the platform.

i'd been muttering the answers to myself (in my crazy old lady fashion). i looked over and noticed that he was actually writing down answers on a piece of paper.

he didn't know where peugeots come from either.