HomeThe last of London (for now)*
In which holidays always end, otherwise they wouldn't be holidays
Two random people on the tube, a boy and a girl.
She is tickling him fiercely, and enjoying it. He is curled up, unable to move, shrieking and giggling loudly. The other passengers are moving away slightly.
“You scream like a GIRL!” she says, as he gets back upright.
“Bitch!” he says, affectionately, looking in her eyes.
“Tosser.” And they kiss, gently, on the lips.
I can’t tell how long they’re going to be together. A day? A week? Who knows? They certainly don’t know themselves. But I hope they stay friends afterwards, because there’s definitely a spark between them. Sometimes all you can do is enjoy the moment while it lasts.
* This was written whilst I was still in London, and was always going to be the final post in this block. There are still lots of photos I haven’t shown you, and lots I haven’t written about – the band Montoya, for one thing, or the Kandinsky exhibition, or some excellent cups of coffee. I wanted to be able to get on to other things, though, so this is being posted now, and tomorrow we’ll return to the normal non-specific rambling.