Lucky me.

I get my blips on the way to work.
And sometimes it's impossible to get a shot of someone.
Although having a half crazed troll, toothpaste on her chest
intent in her eyes, grinning at you waving a camera
can't be the best enticement first thing in the morning.

But not today.
Today there was a lovely boy/man called Peter.
waiting in the street outside my gaff.
He told me he waited in that spot everyday at 7 for a lift.

HA! He shouldn't have told me that.

PS. That is not his telephone number.
Only call it if you want a haircut.