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Sister Moon
Feb. 20th, 2020 10:47 pmJust back from laying flowers for Sarah.
Left work at 3.30 and got an Uber to Carolanne's florists in Bletchley. The London train was delayed, then I managed to miss it thanks to it coming and going a few minutes earlier than the announcement had said. Half hour wait for the next train.
Then when I reached West Brompton I was absolutely desperate for the loo. Had hoped to hold on until after laying the flowers, but that was just no longer an option. I hared out of West Brompton station and along the road, until finally reaching a Costa and legging it straight for the toilet downstairs. Retrieving my roses from where I'd laid them in the, thankfully clean, corner by the loo door, I began feeling out of sorts at how undignified a turn things had taken. But then, making my way upstairs to order a decaf mocha with coconut to go, I thought to myself that Sarah would have been having a good laugh at the whole business. Coffee in one hand, roses in the other and relieved, I ambled back to West Brompton station to complete my journey.
There was a play on at the Royal Court and people were going in when I arrived. I laid my flowers down in the alcove in the theatre frontage just by the entrance door. As I stood reflecting on my friendship with Sarah, one of the theatregoers came and stood alongside me. He stayed looking at the bouquet as I retreated down the steps. I turned, and he nodded towards me. Maybe he knew Sarah? Or just a fellow enthusiast?
Left work at 3.30 and got an Uber to Carolanne's florists in Bletchley. The London train was delayed, then I managed to miss it thanks to it coming and going a few minutes earlier than the announcement had said. Half hour wait for the next train.
Then when I reached West Brompton I was absolutely desperate for the loo. Had hoped to hold on until after laying the flowers, but that was just no longer an option. I hared out of West Brompton station and along the road, until finally reaching a Costa and legging it straight for the toilet downstairs. Retrieving my roses from where I'd laid them in the, thankfully clean, corner by the loo door, I began feeling out of sorts at how undignified a turn things had taken. But then, making my way upstairs to order a decaf mocha with coconut to go, I thought to myself that Sarah would have been having a good laugh at the whole business. Coffee in one hand, roses in the other and relieved, I ambled back to West Brompton station to complete my journey.
There was a play on at the Royal Court and people were going in when I arrived. I laid my flowers down in the alcove in the theatre frontage just by the entrance door. As I stood reflecting on my friendship with Sarah, one of the theatregoers came and stood alongside me. He stayed looking at the bouquet as I retreated down the steps. I turned, and he nodded towards me. Maybe he knew Sarah? Or just a fellow enthusiast?
