There were three men covering the back of a truck and it's load this morning with a large blue tarpaulin. It was parked just outside the train station. One of the men stood back, and I could be mistaken, but appeared to photograph one side of the truck with his mobile phone covertly. The other two men were on the opposite side of the truck, fastening down the rest of the tarpaulin. I paused on the pavement and waited for him to take the photo. A small flash went off on his phone.
It felt like being part of a human unzipped zip being zipped up on the escalator, and then unzipped again when leaving the escalator.
It was busy when I got off the train, and I made my usual careful manoeuvre towards the escalator, where two lines of passengers were forming, shuffling side by side. It's always a tight spot, and one miscalculated step and you could trip someone up, or be tripped up. I think twenty years from now, we'll just be walking into each other.
A woman was telling her friends about being one of six bridesmaids, and that they all had very different body parts. Lucy had big boobs and her sister was pregnant.
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