Ran past me as I walked to the station this morning. She had on a blue addidas tracksuit and a beanie from which her white-gold hair hung down loosely to her shoulders, framing a face etched with the lines of a life hard lived.
She was the very spit of Jimmy Saville.
In other news from my commute, a man stalled his brand new M3 convertible at the traffic lights, having given it the badboys revs. He got a heh.
Also saw a pair of goldfinches.