She said she’d visited my father’s grave and told him my news. He was, I understand, thrilled by it.
At the launderette, an elderly man took off his trousers, put them into the dryer without washing them. He sat on a chair and offered me a cigarette.
I’ve decided to stop saying goodbye, and start saying hello, instead.
It was so simple to do, I never stopped to think if I really wanted to leave London.