What
a magic day, well magic evening actually.
The day was OK, and outside the
weather was nice but those of us who worked didn’t get to appreciate it much.
As he
usually does The Man came to meet me after work, he’s great like that.
Not only
did he come to meet me this evening, he brought our tea with him.
We
had a short stop of at Starbucks, my favourite coffee shop, then frappuccinos in
hand we wandered back out into the warm even air and found ourselves a seat.
The
Man and I spent a pleasant half an hour people watching while we ate.
Canary
Wharf was buzzing, the commercial building that reach up into the sky spilled
their beautiful people out into the warm evening. They gathered themselves into
small and large groups. Chatting loudly each trying to make themselves heard
over the noisy throng. Dark suited traders
loosened ties and shed their jackets, while long legged and long haired mini skirted
lovelies balanced somewhat precariously on platform soled high heels.
The
Man and I left them to it plead to be able to escape the noise for the quiet of our small
flat.
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